Chapter 6Jerry plowed one tired, stiff hand through his sweat-plastered hair as he steered the Porsche up the hill toward home with the other. After a busy morning in the office, he’d been making his rounds at the hospital when two emergencies arrived, back to back, both requiring reconstructive surgery. When he finished with the second one, he’d escaped as quickly as he could. Bone weary, he prayed he would not get called back tonight.
He’d given Eric Jackson a good lecture for calling him the other night. Jackson, a second-year resident, should have been able to handle things himself. He had made a routine broken arm sound like a potentially crippling emergency on the phone. The kid had no confidence. He’d never make a successful surgeon unless he got some—fast. Jerry had told him as mu
