30. Erik #2
"Ultrasound equipment first. He also needs IV supplies, some level of laboratory access, and somebody who can assess dehydration, bleeding, injuries, and fetal status.
" Serena removes another property, then circles two others.
"A private clinic could manage that. A surgical center could too.
A rehabilitation facility with imaging might work. "
Liya turns the remaining page toward her. "Anything else?"
Serena taps one of the vendor categories. "An athlete recovery site, provided it has higher-level equipment."
Harper looks up from the chair near the windows.
She has been there almost two hours with Aaron's notebook across her knees and a legal pad on the table beside her.
Makari tried to send her home once. She asked whether he wanted the only person who had read Aaron's handwriting from beginning to end to leave with the notes, and Makari stopped trying.
Now she sits forward. "What did you call it?"
Serena turns toward her. "An athlete recovery site."
Harper opens Aaron's notebook and moves backward several pages. "Aaron used that phrase without writing it out."
She carries the notebook to the table and points to an abbreviation beside the lakeside property. I recognize the entry. We saw it at the safe house and treated it like ordinary medical billing because that was exactly what it looked like.
Harper flips farther back. "Here's another one beside a different treatment vendor."
Peter leans over the notebook. "We dismissed this."
"You called it medical billing." Harper moves her finger to the second entry. "You may have been right about what it was. We were wrong about that making it irrelevant."
Liya searches the vendor from the second entry. The result appears within seconds. "Private recovery center outside Albany."
Harper turns two more pages before stopping. "There's a third."
The third entry has the same abbreviation and an entity number, but Aaron didn't write a vendor name or address beside it. Makari takes the number and begins searching corporate records.
I stay beside Harper. "When did you see this one?"
"At the safe house, then again in the clinic." She turns the notebook so I can see a circle in different ink around the code. "I marked it before we got pulled into the shell-company records."
Serena takes the notebook from her and studies the abbreviation. "It may be an internal category for recovery services. Aaron probably knew what the vendor type meant and didn't bother writing out the full description."
Makari brings a corporate registration onto the wall. "The entity is offshore-owned. Delaware corporation, Cayman parent."
Peter joins him. "What property does it own?"
"Nothing in the normal records."
Richard has stayed quiet through most of the medical discussion. He turns toward the banker's box and starts pulling folders from the back, moving faster when he reaches one sealed under BOARD COUNSEL.
Liya watches him break the archive tape. "What did you forget this time?"
"I didn't forget it. The board sealed it after a donor dispute over an off-campus medical investment." Richard searches through the documents until he reaches a loan guarantee. "Serena said offshore, and I remembered an island reference."
Peter takes the page from him.
The property description sits halfway down the guarantee.
Private island medical facility.
Long Island Sound.
No public road or street address.
The same Zaitsev medical subsidiary appears beside the ownership entity.
Harper brings Aaron's notebook next to the guarantee and compares the number. "It matches."
Nobody speaks for several seconds because there is no need.
Makari puts the island on the wall map. Peter moves to the opposite side of the table and starts pulling maritime records without waiting for instructions. Liya traces the loan guarantee through the donor network, while Serena searches the facility registration and lists its medical equipment.
The island sits thirty-six miles off the Connecticut coast.
I study the surrounding water and the nearest private docks. Orell moved Rowan from the rehabilitation estate because we were closing around it. An island gives him controlled access, fewer cameras, no road network, and time to see anyone coming.
Peter's phone vibrates against the table. He checks the message and looks at me. "I also pulled Jeremy Bennett's original accident photographs."
Everyone turns toward him.
He opens an encrypted folder on his tablet and places it beside Aaron's notebook. Route 9 appears on the screen under rain, with Jeremy's car against the barrier. The timestamp is eighteen months old.
"We're not reopening his death." I keep my attention on Peter.
"I know." He advances to the next image. "I pulled the evidence archive because Jeremy's personal effects list may tell us whether he used these medical entities before he died."