Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
The employees in billing usually didn’t have access to the same software as the nurses and doctors. Security couldn’t access patient records. But nurses, he reasoned, likely had access to a lot of different things so they could fill in all the important information for all the other departments and doctors.
“That is wise,” Gabriel murmured, sounding calmer.
“Yeah, now all I need is a billing login, and I’ve got a good set,” Justin replied, talking mostly to himself. He nearly shouted his relief when he got into the system.
It took him several minutes to stumble his way around until he found a directory. And a list of names and vital information for the various research projects that were being conducted at the hospital. It wasn’t full records, but it looked like those might not actually be stored on the same server.
He grabbed a notepad and scratched out some critical information that would help to speed along his search. But it would have to be done from his home office. They were too out in the open in the hospital.
“Find what you need?”
And then there was Gabriel. He sounded exhausted and in pain. The guy needed to get to his hotel room for food and sleep before he could be of use to them both.
“It’s a start. It’s going to take me a lot longer to dig through these files and find something we can use.” Justin tore off the sheet of paper and the one below it, shoving them into his pocket. “I’ve got enough that I can use to hack into the system and snoop around from the safety of my own home.”
He logged out of the nurse’s account and back in using the security account he’d hidden within the hospital’s system. It took only a couple of minutes to erase the footage of them leaving the emergency room and then put the cameras they’d pass on the way to the elevator on a five-minute loop. Plenty of time to escape the hospital without anyone noticing them.
Pushing to his feet, he motioned for Gabriel to lead the way to the elevator.
With his eyes closed, Gabriel leaned against the wall. “Two doctors dead. A miracle drug that’s potentially not a miracle,” Gabriel quietly listed.
“You mean a drug that stands to be a multi-billion-dollar blockbuster. I can understand why someone might want to make sure the FDA approves it. Iaso would own the market, and that’s a damn big market.”
“Sounds like something a CEO would push for,” Gabriel said. “He’s got the most to gain…and lose if the drug doesn’t live up to expectations.”
“True, but a lot of people who work on these teams get bonuses for drugs that successfully make it through drug trials and get FDA approval. Then there are company insiders, the board of directors. Iaso is a big company.”
“If you think I’m just going to start gunning down executives to save a little time—”
“Whoa there, slugger.” Justin pressed his hand into Gabriel’s chest. “I know you’re not gonna just whip out your weapon and mow through an entire C-suite for shits and giggles. We’re just brainstorming here.”
“And this job isn’t a matter of finding out who ordered the hits on the two doctors,” Gabriel snapped, sounding incredibly stiff. “We need to discover what they’re hiding about the drug as well. Preferably before your FDA approves it on what has to be falsified data.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Justin stepped back as the elevator neared the ground floor.
“A plan? What plan?”
“You will go to your hotel room and get some rest. Order a little room service. I’ll go home and start digging into the research files they have here. I want a list of the doctors that worked on it, along with a look at some of the patient files. Maybe there’s something there that will give away what’s so bad about this drug.”
Gabriel grunted. He didn’t seem happy about the suggestion, but he didn’t argue, and Justin was grateful. It was bad enough that Gabriel had stayed up most of the night watching over him after he’d taken out that bullet. The lack of sleep and blood loss were definitely fucking with the man.
“Tomorrow, we meet and make a new plan,” Gabriel said in Russian the second the doors slid open, revealing a busy lobby area to the hospital.
“Da, comrade.”
“Fucking asshole.”
Chapter 8
Gabriel simply wanted to sleep. Exhaustion fuzzed his brain and made his body ache. Hunger gnawed at his stomach. Lunch had been a salad. He’d not been in the mood for more food before he met Justin for their little hospital exploit.
Actually, the hospital trip hadn’t been all that bad. Justin had surprised him with the ease with which he spoke Russian, though maybe he shouldn’t have been. Justin’s comfort with Russian, especially slang, made Gabriel more than a little positive the man was former CIA or special forces. The trained assassin was clearly a man of many talents. And his accent hadn’t been that horrible. He’d just felt the need to needle Justin a little to get the worried look off his face.