T Is for Trespass

of questions about his relationship with Mrs. Rojas, and he had no complaints. In fact, quite the contrary. I asked him about his bruises…”
    “Solana was present through all of this?”
    “Oh, no. I asked her to give us time alone. She had work to do so she went about her business while we chatted. Later I talked to her separately as well.”
    “But she was in the house?”
    “Yes, but not in the same room.”
    “That’s happy news. I trust you kept my name out of it.”
    “That wasn’t necessary. She said you told her you were the one who called.”
    I stared at her. “You’re kidding me, right?”
    She hesitated. “You didn’t tell her it was you?”
    “No, dear, I didn’t. I’d have to be out of my mind to do such a thing. First words out of her mouth and she’s bullshitting you. That was a fishing expedition. She made an educated guess and looked to you for confirmation. Bingo.”
    “I didn’t confirm anything and I certainly didn’t tell her who called. She mentioned your name in the context of the dispute because she wanted to set the record straight.”
    “I’m not following.”
    “She said the two of you had an argument. She says you distrusted her from the moment she was hired so you were constantly on her case, coming over uninvited to check up on her.”
    “That’s crap for starters. I’m the one who did the background investigation that cleared her for the job. What else did she tell you? I’d be fascinated to hear.”
    “I probably shouldn’t be repeating this, but she mentioned that the day you saw Mr. Vronsky’s bruises, you accused her of hurting him and threatened to call the authorities to file a complaint.”
    “She invented that story to discredit me.”
    “Perhaps there was a misunderstanding between the two of you. I’m not here to judge. It’s not our job to mediate in situations like this.”
    “Situations such as what ?”
    “People sometimes call when a question comes up about patient care. Usually it’s a disagreement between family members. In an effort to prevail…”
    “Look, there was no disagreement. We never had a conversation on the subject at all.”
    “You didn’t go to Mr. Vronsky’s house a week ago to help her get him out of the shower?”
    “Yes, but I didn’t accuse her of anything.”
    “But wasn’t it after that incident you called the agency?”
    “You know when it was. You’re the person I spoke to. You said the call was confidential and then you gave her my name.”
    “No, I didn’t. Mrs. Rojas brought it up. She said you told her you were the one who turned her in. I never responded one way or the other. I would never breach confidentiality.”
    I slouched down on my spine, my swivel chair squeaking in response. I’d been screwed and I knew it, but I couldn’t keep pounding on the same point. “Skip it. This is dumb. Just get on with it,” I said. “You spoke to Gus and then what?”
    “After I spoke with Mr. Vronsky, I had a conversation with Mrs. Rojas and she gave me some of the specifics of his medical status. She talked about his bruises in particular. His anemia was diagnosed when he was in the hospital, and while his blood count’s improved, he’s still prone to bruising. She showed me the lab reports, which were consistent with her claim.”
    “So you don’t believe he’s being physically abused.”
    “If you’ll bear with me, I’m getting to that. I also talked to Mr. Vronsky’s primary-care physician and the orthopedist who treated him for his shoulder injury. They say his physical condition’s stable, but he’s frail and unable to manage on his own. Mrs. Rojas said when she was hired, he was living in such filth she had to get a Dumpster…”
    “What’s that have to do with it?”
    “There are also questions about his mental competence. He hasn’t paid his bills in months and his doctors both feel he lacks the capacity to give informed consent for his medical treatment. He’s also unable to see to his daily needs.”
    “Which is why she’s able to take advantage of him. Don’t you get that?”
    Her expression became prim, nearly stern. “Please let me finish.” She shifted some papers uneasily. Her earnestness returned as though she were moving on to a far brighter note. “What I hadn’t realized, and you may not have been aware of this yourself, is that Mr. Vronsky’s situation has already come to the attention of the court.”
    “The court? I don’t understand.”
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