Chapter 9 - The Bargain
Jordan stared at his father.
“You said you didn’t know she was alive.”
“I didn’t.”
“You just said Mercer offered to get her back.”
“She never said alive.”
Mr. Mitchell rubbed both hands over his face.
“She said there had been a custody complication involving the infant.”
Mrs. Mitchell stood across from him.
“You knew on the second day?”
“I knew there was a possibility that what they were telling us wasn’t true.”
“What did Mercer want?”
Mr. Mitchell looked sick.
“She wanted time.”
“For what?”
“To repair the documentation.”
Jordan frowned.
“What does that even mean?”
“She said the infant had been released under an emergency placement protocol because of a registration error. She said the hospital was coordinating with county authorities.”
Maya was not there to hear it.
Jordan almost felt relieved.
Almost.
“What did she promise?”
“That if I stayed quiet for seventy-two hours, they could reverse it privately.”
Mrs. Mitchell whispered, “And you agreed.”
“I wanted our baby back.”
“Did she come back?”
“No.”
“What happened after seventy-two hours?”
“Mercer said the legal situation had become more complicated.”
Mr. Mitchell’s voice grew distant.
“She told me the caregiver had already been told the child’s parents were deceased. She said removing the infant abruptly could create legal exposure for everyone.”
Jordan stared.
“So the hospital made a mistake, then decided fixing it was too dangerous.”
“Yes.”
“That is insane.”
“Yes.”
Mrs. Mitchell looked toward the old security log.
“Where was I?”
“In the hospital.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because you were barely conscious.”
“That excuse lasted seventeen years?”
“No.”
Mr. Mitchell stood.
“The truth is, after a few days, I was ashamed.”
“Of what?”
“Of agreeing to their first delay.”
He looked at Jordan.
“If I admitted what happened, I had to admit I had trusted Mercer while our daughter was somewhere else.”
Jordan said quietly, “So you kept trusting her.”
“For too long.”
The next morning Nia called everyone to her office.
Harris had retrieved seven boxes from the storage unit.
He had not opened them.
Nia’s investigator catalogued each one.
Among the copies was a handwritten nursing census.
MAYA MITCHELL — TWIN B appeared at 5:10 a.m.
At 7:47, the name was crossed out.
Beside it someone had written:
PLACEMENT ID 09-317B.
Nia pointed to the change.
“This establishes the administrative switch.”
Harris nodded.
“There should also be an electronic audit.”
“Do you have it?”
“I thought I did.”
He inserted the old drive into an isolated computer provided by Nia’s forensic consultant.
Three folders appeared.
One was labeled STG 2009.
Inside were screenshots.
The first showed Maya’s newborn chart.
The second displayed an audit trail.
Jordan leaned toward the screen.
Multiple entries were highlighted.
At 8:02 a.m., a user account had changed the infant’s status from PATIENT to DISCHARGED — COUNTY PLACEMENT.
At 8:06, the biological parent fields were restricted.
At 8:11, a note had been entered:
Parental release verified.
Nia asked, “Whose login?”
Harris swallowed.
“Mine.”
Mr. Mitchell surged from his chair.
“You entered it?”
“No.”
“It’s your account!”
“I was in the records office when the changes happened.”
“So you did it.”
Harris shook his head.
“I gave Mercer my badge.”
Everyone stared.
Jordan felt disbelief turning into exhaustion.
“Why?”
“She said she needed physician authorization to reopen the infant profile.”
Nia closed her eyes briefly.
“You gave a hospital executive your credentials.”
“My physical badge. She already had an administrator with her.”
“That distinction will not help you professionally.”
“I know.”
Maya had arrived with Claire minutes earlier.
She stood near the door.
“How many times can one person say ‘I know’ before it stops meaning anything?”
Harris looked at her.
“I don’t expect forgiveness.”
“Good.”
Nia scrolled farther.
At 8:21, another user accessed the chart.
MERCER_E.
Then at 8:29:
DOCUMENT SCAN UPLOAD.
The attached file name was visible.
PARENTAL_AUTHORIZATION_MMITCHELL.pdf.
Jordan looked at his father.
“Your signature.”
Mr. Mitchell nodded.
“Apparently.”
Nia said, “We need the actual scanned document.”
“It’s not on the drive,” Harris said.
“Then we get it from the hospital.”
“What if it was deleted?”
Nia looked at the audit trail.
“Deletion is also an event.”
She scrolled.
At 10:15 that night, an entry appeared.
ARCHIVE EXCEPTION — LEGAL HOLD.
Jordan frowned.
“That sounds like they preserved it.”
Nia leaned toward the monitor.
“It means someone prevented normal deletion.”
“Who?”
She clicked the entry.
The responsible employee ID appeared.
SC-1184.
Harris stared.
“Samuel Cho.”
“The records analyst?”
“Yes.”
Nia smiled for the first time.
“Then Mr. Cho may have saved more than screenshots.”
Her investigator searched public databases.
Samuel Cho was alive.
Seventy-two years old.
Retired.
Living outside Athens, Georgia.
Nia called him.
He answered.
She identified herself.
There was a long pause.
Then the elderly man said, “Is this about the Mitchell twins?”
Everyone in the room froze.
Nia put him on speaker.
“Yes.”
Another silence.
Mr. Cho exhaled.
“I wondered how long it would take.”
Maya stepped closer to the phone.
“Do you know who I am?”
“Yes.”
Her voice shook.
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