"Hi, Deb, I wanted you to take a look at this." He indicated the screen. She knew all about the Beta and what had happened to Kristen, the Syndrome, but she didn't know about the plan to subject Alexa Hampton to two procedures at once: one for her aortic valve stenosis and another to develop antibodies to combat the looming side effects of the Beta in Winston Bartlett.
"This is the patient I was telling you about. I wanted you to see this. Let's pray she signs on for the trials, because she looks like she could be perfect, in a lot of ways."
But if she doesn't call back, he told himself, what am I going to do?
"What am I looking at?" Debra asked, scrolling the page. "Is this what I think it is?"
"It's her medical history."
"How did you get it?" She turned back. "Did she send it?"
"No, Deb, and I don't think you really want to know."
"Somehow, I think I probably should." She looked again at the screen. "We're in this together."
"All I know is, I got an e‑mail from Grant Hampton, and this was an attachment. She must have been keeping it on a computer somewhere. I understand he's her brother, but how he got it, I have no idea. He said we're not supposed to let her know we have it."
"How recent—"