�I wasn�t making accusations, I was pointing out a possible quality of care problem based on a vast difference from what the patient reports from her previous exams to what is actually written in the chart. There�s a big philosophical difference there, doctor,� Dr. Pachla sat straight and braced her feet. She had faced down plenty of physician egos in her day, and she was not about to lose an inch of that battle over a mere chart review. A knock came on the door.

�Come!�

Dr. Pachla rested her elbows on her knees and hoped Dr. Muzqu�z didn�t see her roll her eyes. Two tall men wearing big, loose raincoats and rain-dappled hats entered Dr. Muzqu�z�s office.

�This her?� the first one asked.

�S�,� Dr. Muzqu�z responded, nodding in her direction. �Dr. Pachla, you are to go with these gentlemen. They are investigators.�

�Come with us, ma�am,� the second one said, extending his gloved hand to help her off the couch.

�I have patients this afternoon,� Dr. Pachla objected.

�I�ll take care of them,� Dr. Muzqu�z waved his hand broadly, dismissing her from the room. Dr. Pachla let the men guide her into the hallway and toward the back entrance to the clinic. As they opened the door, Dr. Pachla turned and looked toward the front of the clinic. She caught Angie�s eyes and gave her an imploring look. Angie turned abruptly to face the patients at the reception desk. Dr. Pachla�s face scrunched up with confusion for a moment, then she shrugged and let the men lead her outside. A limo was waiting by the door, engine running.

�Since when do investigators use a limo?� Dr. Pachla scowled.

�Lady, just shut your trap and get inside,� the first one said, and grabbing her arm firmly, he shoved her in the now-open door and pushed her toward the seat behind the driver that faced backward. The two investigators, or whatever they were, climbed into the back seat, effectively blocking both doors.

Dr. Pachla�s hands felt really cold. �Well,� she said, desperately trying to calm her voice, �I always did want to ride in a limo.� She smiled weakly, and her eyes darted around the inside of the car under the ruse of curiosity, looking for any other possible exits. Not even a sunroof in this one. The �investigators� remained in stony silence for the duration of the ride.