She pressed her ear closer to the door, straining to hear more, but the voices had dropped even lower, making it impossible to catch anything else. Jennifer’s heart pounded in her chest as she pulled out her phone and hit record once again.
She didn’t know exactly what was going on, but she knew it wasn’t right. The pieces were starting to fit together—whispers in the operating room, secretive meetings in off-limits corridors, and a sense that something was being covered up.