Graham didn't move from the counter for a moment.Then he crossed to the table, pulled out the chair Rose had vacated, and sat across from her.
"You okay?"
"Not yet."
"Take your time."
She didn't take it.She'd had eighteen months of time.What she did instead was reach into her back pocket, pull out the folded paper, and set it between them on the table — the way Rose had set it in front of her, the same gesture, passed forward.
"Walk me through Monday," she said.
"Maren —"
"Walk me through Monday.Then we can talk about the rest."
He looked at her for a beat.Then he nodded once and pulled the operational map out of the folder on the chair beside him.
She made him wait while she got up, refilled both mugs, and sat back down.Then he said, "The safety drill starts at oh-six-thirty.Code Triage activates over the PA.Every available staff member on the third floor is pulled to mass-casualty positions in the south wing.That clears out the records office, the supervisor stations, the charge nurse's terminal, and Creighton's office.Total clearance window is forty-five minutes — forty for the safety drill, five for staff debrief and buffer before anyone drifts back."
"Forty-five minutes is the window to access the system, pull the shadow log, and get the paper originals out of her cabinet."
"Two things, and they have to happen in the same room.Creighton keeps a laptop on her desk that stays on the hospital network.Somebody inside, with valid credentials, logs into the shadow log from that machine and triggers a data pull to a federal server.The warrant covers the access.The credentials Rose just handed you are what make it legal instead of a break-in.That's the digital record — it proves the hidden database exists.But the shadow log is under Rose's name, and a defense attorney turns that into a disgruntled ex-employee inside a day.So while you're in that office, you also photograph the paper transfer authorizations in her filing cabinet.Those carry the wet-ink signatures.The shadow log proves the system.The signatures prove who ran it."
"And somebody has to know where Creighton is the whole time I'm in that office."
"Harper.She'll be on the internal radio, ears on security dispatch and the administrator's line.If Creighton moves, you'll know before her shoes hit the corridor."
"So the office is my job.The login and the cabinet."
They sat for a moment with the paper between them and the morning light coming through the kitchen window in a long, flat band across the table.
"Ronan asked me yesterday," Graham said quietly, "if I could make the hard call."
"Define the hard call."
"If something goes sideways during the safety drill window.If Creighton walks back to her office early.If you and the operation can't both come out of the next forty-five minutes intact.He asked me if I could choose the operation."
She held his eyes.The light through the window was on his face, and the line of his jaw was very still, and she could see the place under his ear where the muscle was working.
"What did you tell him?"
"I told him I was too close to be the one making that call."
"Graham."
"Don't."
"Listen to me."
"Maren —"
"Listen."Her voice didn't lift.It went lower.The voice she used in code blues, the voice that told a room of seven people which order they were going to do things in."You choose the operation.If it comes to that, if there's a window where you have to pick — you choose the operation.That's what I'm walking in there for.That's what eighteen months of a notebook is for.Not for me."
"That's not a call I get to make on your behalf."
"It's not a call you have to make on my behalf.I'm telling you, in this room, before any of it happens — the answer is the operation.The answer is Eileen.The answer is the woman in bay two who came back and the woman before her and the one before her.I am not the most important thing in that hospital on Monday morning, and if you are standing somewhere making that math come out any other way, you tell Ronan to take you out and put somebody else in."
"Maren."
