Medical records. Treatment protocols. Connection maps between Ospedale San Giovanni and Prometheus Laboratories.
"Sofia's not receiving legitimate cancer treatment," Dimitri said quietly. "She's a test subject for experimental immunotherapy developed by Prometheus Laboratories, my father's illegal pharmaceutical company. They're using her to test drugs that aren't FDA approved, that haven't passed safety trials, that might work or might accelerate her death. And they're documenting everything. Her pain levels. Her deterioration. Her response to compounds that have killed other test subjects."
Marcelo stared at the records, his face draining of color.
"No. No, Antonio told me....he said it was cutting-edge treatment, the best available...."
"It is cutting-edge. Because they're inventing it as they go. On your wife. On dozens of other patients who don't know they're guinea pigs." Dimitri's voice was hard. "Look at the documents, Marcelo. See for yourself."
Marcelo read.
And read.
