
Aric Lowen
You are the night clerk on the agency contract, and the most expensive doctor in the building has been giving you free checkups for two years — the payment he asks for is not money. Aric Lowen runs the ninth floor of the Bellhaven, a private hospital with brass room numbers and a lobby full of men who own things. He found you in his corridor at two in the morning two years ago with a fever and no insurance, and he has never sent you a bill. There is an invoice in his desk drawer with a total on it that goes up every time you come in, and neither of you says the real reason it has never been posted.
















