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me?”
    “Well, sure, Linds. San Francisco Municipal.”
    I heard Claire say, “Oh, no,” as the feeling in my gut mushroomed.
    “I just spent the night at Municipal holding Yuki’s hand,” I said. “We brought her mom into the emergency room yesterday afternoon.”
    “Let’s not go crazy, here,” Cindy said quietly. “It’s a humongous hospital. There’s one doctor in particular in the crosshairs, a guy named Garza. Apparently, most of the deceased in question were admitted on his watch.”
    “Oh my God,” I said, my blood pressure spiking so I felt heat through the top of my head. “He’s the one. I met him. That’s the doctor who admitted Yuki’s mother!”
    Just then, the air moved at the back of my neck, and silky hair brushed the side of my face as someone bent down to kiss my cheek.
    “Did you just mention my name?” Yuki asked. She slipped into the empty seat beside Cindy. “What’d I miss?”
    “Cindy is working on a story.”
    “It’s something I think you should know,” said Claire.

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    Chapter 15
    YUKI’S EYES WERE BEAMING question marks, but suddenly Cindy seemed reluctant to talk.
    “You can trust me,” Yuki said earnestly. “I understand what ‘off the record’ means.”
    “It’s nothing like that,” Cindy said.
    Loretta came by, greeted Yuki, and unloaded a tray of jerk chicken and spareribs dripping sauce. After a few halting starts and a few sips of her margarita, Cindy repeated to Yuki what she’d just told us about Maureen O’Mara’s pending case against Municipal Hospital.
    “Actually, I know a lot about this,” Yuki said when Cindy was finished. “O’Mara’s been putting this case together for about a year.”
    “Really? Come onnnn,” Cindy said. “How do you know?”
    “I have a friend, an associate at Friedman, Bannion and O’Mara,” Yuki said. “She told me ’cause she’s thrown a ton of man-hours into this case. Tremendous amount of research involved. A lot of medical technicalities to plow through. It should be a hell of a trial,” Yuki continued. “O’Mara never loses. But this time, she’s shooting the moon.”
    “Everyone loses sometimes,” Claire offered.
    “I know, but Maureen O’Mara carefully picks cases she knows she can win,” Yuki said.
    Maybe Yuki was missing the point, so I had to say it. “Yuki, doesn’t it worry you that your mom is at Municipal?”
    “Nah. Just because Maureen O’Mara is taking on the case doesn’t mean the hospital is guilty. Lawyer’s credo: anyone can sue anyone for anything.
    “Really, you guys,” Yuki said, her words going her usual rat-a-tat, sixty-five miles an hour. “I had my appendix taken out there a couple of years ago. Had an excellent doctor. And first-class care until I left the hospital.”
    “So how is your mom?” Claire asked.
    “She’s in fine form,” said Yuki. Then she laughed. “You know how I know? She tried to fix me up with her cardiologist. Bald guy in his forties with tiny hands and dog breath.”
    We all laughed as Yuki’s animated reenactment lit up the table. She did her mom so well, I could see Keiko as if she were right there.
    “I said, ‘Mom, he’s not for me.’ So she said, ‘Yuki-eh. Looks mean nothing. Dr. Pierce honest man. He good man. Looks for mag-azines.’ I said, ‘Mom, Daddy looked like Frank Sinatra. What are you talking about?’”
    “So are you going out with him?” Cindy asked, sending us into new rounds of laughter.
    Yuki shook her head. “You mean, if he asks me? You mean, if my mom grabs his cell phone and dials my number for him?”
    We were having so much fun the band had to dial up the music a notch to be heard over our good time. Twenty minutes later, Yuki left the table before the coffee and chocolate mud pie, saying she wanted to see Keiko again before visiting hours were over.
    Despite her rapid-fire talk, and our good-time chatter, there were worry lines between Yuki’s