The First Lead
The rain lashed Evelyn Reed’s office window, a relentless percussion against the reinforced glass. But the storm outside was a whisper compared to the silent alarm screaming from her screen. Patient 734, Arthur Finch, was dead. A routine gallstone removal for a healthy 68-year-old had ended in a body bag, and the digital chart was a meticulously constructed lie. Evelyn, a medical investigator with just enough access to see past the official narrative, felt the familiar cold dread tighten its grip. This wasn't just a mistake; it was a