P is for Peril
Page 112"What's the story?"
"We think it was probably an honest mistake, but we may never know."
"Doctors can sometimes be real dopes about business," I said, aping Penelope Delacorte.
"Tell me about it. We were shocked."
"I don't get what went on. I mean, as I understand it, the clinic doesn't actually do the billing. I thought there was an operating company to handle that."
He nodded. "Genesis Financial Management Services. They have offices downtown. Joel and I... you know Joel?"
"Met him once. I know his wife."
"Dana's great. I'm really crazy about her. Joel and I own the property through a company called Century Comprehensive, mostly real estate development, though we do other things as well. Genesis leases the physical plant from us. They also handle all the billing: accounts payable and receivable, Medicare, Medicaid-that sort of thing."
"So how'd Dow screw up?"
"That's what we're trying to figure out."
"Because I thought, you know ... by law your company and the operating company had to be completely separate."
"So he could have told 'em anything he wanted."
"Could and did."
"How'd he get caught?"
"We're not sure. It might have been a guardian or relative of a patient who noticed the discrepancies and phoned in a complaint."
"What, to you guys?"
"To Medicare."
"A whistle-blower. Bad luck for him. So the fraud busters jump in and followed up."
"That's our guess. At this point, we don't know what they have."
"What if it turns out it wasn't him?"
"His reputation's still ruined. A town this size, once you've be tainted by rumor, it's almost impossible to recover your good name. People will be polite, but it's the kiss of death."
"More or less."
"What if it turns out he's innocent?" I said.
"Either way, we're left holding the bag." He glanced at his watch, set his plate aside, and got up. "Well. I better go find my wife. Nice talking to you, Kinsey. I hope our paths cross again in happier times."
"I hope so, too," I said. I lifted my wineglass. "Thanks for this."
"Glad to be a service."
I watched him cross the room, scouting for Celine.
What a bullshitter. Joel Glazer had been on the phone with Broadus the day I talked to him. I wasn't out of his office door before the information was passed on. What Broadus had told me about their business troubles was almost word for word the story I'd heard from Joel.
When I got back to my apartment, the phone was ringing. Two rings. Three. I let myself in and snatched up the phone before the machine kicked in. Tommy Hevener. The moment I heard his voice, I realize I should have been screening my calls.
He said, "Hey, babe. It's me." His tone was both intimate and as assured, like I'd been waiting all day in hopes of hearing from him. The sound of his voice gave me a jolt sufficient to make me salivate like dog. I had to remind myself that while I didn't want to see him, I might need his help in getting Richard calmed down.
I ignored his seductive manner and said, "Hi. How are you?" All breezy and matter-of-fact.
My stomach did a flip. "I know and I'm sorry. I feel terrible about that."
"What happened?"
"Ah. What happened. Well." Think, think, think, think, think. The lie lurched from my lips. "Lonnie wanted me to stay in the office, so he offered me a fifty percent discount on the rent."
"Why didn't you just say so? Richard would've understood that."
"I never had a chance. He was in such a rage I couldn't deal with him."
"Why didn't you tell me? We could have worked something out. Christ, and then on top of that he found out you went and put a stop on the check? You should have seen him. He was screaming at the top of his lungs. You don't know what he's capable of once he gets like this."
I thought I knew Richard's capabilities. "Can't you talk to him for me?"