“What?”
“What?”
Her gaze swept to Finn. “Don’t you remember, Finn?”
Finn’s face blanked. Then his eyes widened. “Dear God in heaven.”
“Somebodytellus,” Heath practically yelled.
“I lost my keys inside the building. Juliet drove me home that night, and I left my car here. When we got back the next day, the keys were on the counter in the common area.”
“You didn’t think that was odd?” Ransom asked.
“No, I thought the cleaning people found them.”
Will shook his head. “Overnight would be enough time to duplicate the key.”
“I’m so sorry.” He scowled. “I’ll pay for the new locks.”
“No,” Oliver said, “we’ll all chip in like the last time.”
Daisy flushed. “I can’t chip in again. I use every bit of my paycheck to support me and my son.”
“I’m sorry about that, Daisy,” Finn said. “But don’t worry. I’m paying this time. We have plenty of money so no objection.”
“You and your movie star wife.”
“Yeah, Heath. Me and my movie star wife.” Finn’s tone was sarcastic, telling Oliver how bad he felt.
“Will we have to close down to get new locks?” Juliet asked.
Adam said to Will, “I got a lock guy. He’ll come after hours with his crew and they’ll be out by the morning.”
“Okay.” Oliver looked at the others. “Somebody’s got to call Marshall.”
Nobody volunteered.
“What happened with him?” Will asked.
“He’s pissed we talked him into going to the FBI.”
“I’ll bet. I’ll call him, if you want.”
“No,” Oliver said. “We’re all adults. I’ll do it.”
* * *
Gloved and gowned, Anabelle walked into the operating room to place a mitroclip on a leaky heart valve. A comprehensive evaluation had been completed by the heart valve team and the anesthesiologist had put the patient to sleep. The four-hour surgery was routine but delicate and required complete concentration.
“Scalpel,” she said to her nurse. Anabelle made a small incision in the groin which had been cleaned and shaved. “I need the tube.”
She inserted a wire with the tube on the end into the incision and passed it up through the leg vessels to the right side of the heart, then into the left side of the heart for a trans-septal puncture. Now she had access to the mitral valve.
“Mitroclip.” She passed this up through the tube and into the left side of the heart. Then she positioned it over the leaky mitral valve using the delivery system.
For four hours, Anabelle worked with meticulous care and at a slow speed. When it was over, she stepped away, gentlystretched her back in and out to relieve the stress she’d undergone. “Thank you everyone,” she said to her team. “Good work.”
After removing her cap and her gown as she walked toward the door, she stuffed them into a bin and left the surgical suite. She was utterly drained and exhausted. Still, she felt the uplift she got from every surgery she did.