“But if I publish this in the paper, my editors will face a wall of Harrison lawyers before the ink is dry,” Maya said.

“They’ll get an injunction to stop the story.”

“We can’t let them suppress it,” I said, thinking of my babies upstairs. “They will do anything to keep this secret.”

Ethan stood up and walked to the small basement window, looking out at the dark brick wall of the alley.

“They won’t be able to suppress it if the public sees it live,” Ethan said.

He turned back to us, a cold determination in his eyes.

“Tomorrow night is the annual Founders’ Gala,” Ethan said.

“My parents are hosting it in the new cardiovascular wing on the top floor of this hospital.”

“The entire medical board, the mayor, and every major donor in Chicago will be there.”

Maya sat back in her chair, a slow smile spreading across her face.

“The main ballroom has a high-definition projection system for the keynote speech,” she said.

“If we can hook up to the media server, we can broadcast the entire dossier on the screen.”