“He wasn’t supposed to be there.”
Ben’s voice dropped.
“He was in the ambulance bay.”
I remembered the note.
She knows who took me.
“Ben…”
He reached into his pocket.
“I need you to understand something.”
He pulled out his phone.
There were dozens of photographs.
Medical records.
Names.
Dates.
Bank transfers.
Patient files.
I stared at the screen.
“This is evidence?”
“Yes.”
“Evidence of what?”
Ben looked toward the closed door.
“Someone has been deliberately causing shortages.”
I didn’t understand.
“Why?”
“To make desperate families pay.”
He scrolled.
“Patients are told a medication isn’t available. Then someone approaches their relatives privately and offers to obtain it for an enormous amount of money.”
My stomach twisted.
“And Emily?”
“Her treatment was one of those medications.”
“Who was buying it?”
