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Автор Робин Кук

Robin Cook

Crisis

A book in the Jack Stapleton / Laurie Montgomery series, 2006

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Acknowledgements

As usual in writing my fact-based novels, I've had to rely on friends and acquaintances to answer my innumerable pesky questions. It was especially important for Crisis, since the story line bridges medicine and law. Although I thank everyone who was graciously willing to help, those whom I would particularly like to cite are (in alphabetical order):

John W. Bresnahan, investigator, Division of Professional Licensure, Commonwealth of Massachusetts

Jean R. Cook, psychologist

Joe Cox, J. D. , LL. M. , tax and estate-planning attorney

Rose Doherty, academician

Mark Flomenbaum, M. D. , Ph. D. , Chief Medical Examiner, Commonwealth of Massachusetts

Peter C. Knight, J. D. , malpractice attorney

Angelo MacDonald, J.

D. , criminal law attorney, former prosecutor

Gerald D. McLellan, ID. , family law attorney, former judge

Charles Wetli, M. D. , Chief Medical Examiner, Suffolk County, New York

This book is dedicated to the contemporary medical professionalism as promulgated by the Physician Charter, in hope that it takes root and flourishes… Make way, Hippocrates!

The laws of conscience, which we say are born of nature, are born of custom. – MONTAIGNE

Prologue

SEPTEMBER 8, 2005

Autumn is a glorious season, despite its frequent use as a metaphor for approaching death and dying. Nowhere is its invigorating ambience and riotous color more apparent than in the northeastern United States. Even in early September the hot, hazy, humid days of the New England summer are progressively replaced by crystalline days with cool, clear, dry air and azure skies. September 8, 2005, was a case in point. Not a cloud marred the translucent sky from Maine to New Jersey, and within the macadam maze of downtown Boston and the concrete grid of New York City, the temperature was a comfortable seventy-seven degrees Fahrenheit.

As the day drew to a close, two doctors coincidently and reluctantly fumbled to pull their ringing cell phones from their belt clips in their respective cities. Neither was happy about the intrusion. Each was fearful that the melodic ring would herald a crisis that would require their professional attention and presence. An inopportune interruption, as both individuals were anticipating interesting personal evening activities.