Chapter One "Got another letter from that Cyprien guy," Grace Cho said as she placed the office mail on Dr. Alexandra Keller's desk. She tapped the top envelope with one long fingernail. "The M. must stand for Moneybags. He doubled his offer." "Again?" Alex set aside the weighty nightmare that was Luisa Lopez's medical file. "You're kidding." "I never kid about four million bucks, boss." Grace looked over the flat rims of her reading glasses, mild annoyance in her exotic black eyes. "Why don't you just go down there and fix this guy's face already?" It wasn't the money. Under different circumstances, Alex would have performed plastic surgery on M. Cyprien for one-tenth of his original offer. But anyone willing to part with that much money for a house call was not someone she wanted as a patient. It hurt—four million would make a nice deposit in the pro bono account—but Alex pushed the letter to the edge of the desk. "Send him another no-thanks and our referral sheet." "Been there, faxed that, six times," her office manager reminded her. "Plus I left a dozen messages on his answering machine. I'm starting to get a complex." She slid the letter back. "Want to give it a shot? The number's at the bottom there." Alex mentally reviewed her schedule for the day. She had two car accident survivors