“I am Arthur Pendelton, chief legal counsel for the hospital,” the man said. “What is happening here?”

“Your administrator took a bribe to delay medical care to a critically ill child,” Miller said.

Pendelton looked at Marla.

“Is this true?” he asked.

“Of course not!” Marla snapped. “This woman is a conspiracy theorist. She’s been threatening my staff.”

“The proof is on this device,” Miller said, pointing to my phone. “And our cyber unit has already flagged the transfer.”

Pendelton walked over to the desk, his eyes scanning the documents scattered there.

He looked at the brown briefcase, then at the papers Marla had been trying to hide.

“Marla,” Pendelton said, his voice cold. “Why were you packing these files?”

She didn’t answer. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.

“As of this moment,” Pendelton said, turning to her, “your employment with Boston General Hospital is terminated.”

“You can’t do that,” she gasped. “I have a contract.”

“You have a criminal liability,” Pendelton said.

He turned to the two police officers waiting by the door.

“Please escort her from the premises,” Pendelton said. “And cooperate fully with the federal agents.”