“Come on, tell mama,” Amy said with seductive sarcasm.

“Not in front of the child,” Sean returned.

“Okay. You wanted to tell me something. I know it’s driving you crazy to keep whatever it is you want to tell me to yourself.”

“You are not going to believe this. This is unbelievable.

“Tim Keane bled to death. He bled to death.”

“He what? How do you know?” Amy asked, looking at Sean while she put Helen in her high chair.

“I got the records yesterday. You were shopping last night, so I didn’t get a chance to tell you, and I fell asleep with Helen before you got home, so...”

“Don’t worry about making excuses. Tell me.”

“I don’t understand the entirety of the chart. I’d have to spend hours looking up all the terms and understanding them, but somewhere, sometime in the operation, the surgeon or somebody hit the aorta. The fucking a-orta. And he lost almost two-thirds of the blood in Tim Keane’s body. It’s in the report.”

“That’s unbelievable.”

“I told you it was.”

“Have you told Maura?”

“I had her in the office today.”