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Critical Judgment

Critical Judgment

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by Michael Palmer, Beckett

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In the tiny town of Patience, California, newcomer Dr. Abby Dolan has noticed a frightening syndrome among her emergency room patients.  It begins with a baffling, seemingly minor set of symptoms, but builds relentlessly until it plunges its victims into insane, murderous rages.  As she searches for clues to this deadly mystery, Abby's superiors


In the tiny town of Patience, California, newcomer Dr. Abby Dolan has noticed a frightening syndrome among her emergency room patients.  It begins with a baffling, seemingly minor set of symptoms, but builds relentlessly until it plunges its victims into insane, murderous rages.  As she searches for clues to this deadly mystery, Abby's superiors make it clear her probing is unwelcome.

Soon Abby will learn just how high the cost of the truth may be--and how far someone will go to keep a lethal secret.  But she may not find the answer until it's too late to save her patients, her career...her life.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"Wrenchingly scary...Palmer is reaching the top of a demanding craft."
--Publishers Weekly (starred review)

"This is a novel that manages to scare the socks off the reader while still providing made-for-Hollywood entertainment."
--The Globe and Mail, Toronto

"Palmer [brings] his fascinating ER procedural knowledge to a fast-paced...narrative."
--San Francisco Chronicle

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
A character in Palmer's latest medical chiller (after Silent Treatment) refers to the industrial enclave of Patience, Calif., locked among mountains above San Francisco, as "Faustville." It certainly seems as if the town has made a pact with the devil in order to thrive. Emergency room doctor Abby Dolan has been at Patience Regional Hospital for only a few months when she begins totting up "NIWWs"-her shorthand for patients whose complaints offer her "no idea what's wrong." The hospital and town are literally overshadowed by the manufacturing giant Colstar, a cliff-dwelling international battery-making concern whose security rivals that of the Pentagon. After Abby's fianc, Josh Wyler, a new Colstar employee, suddenly exhibits alarming manic symptoms and threatens her with violence, Abby begins to wonder if Colstar is exposing its employees to the toxic heavy metal cadmium, a battery component. It doesn't take her long to cross Colstar security chief Lyle Quinn, or to be approached for help by an earnest group known as the Alliance, headed by Abby's handsome ER colleague Lew Alvarez, who also suspects that Colstar's chemicals are harming the town. If the soulless but many-eyed corporation, secret underground labs and evil experiments on unwitting patients are familiar elements to medical suspense fans, Palmer, an M.D. who worked in emergency medicine, renders them, for the most part, gripping and fresh. Scenes of medical terror (particularly one involving a claustrophobic patient who suffers an allergic reaction inside an MRI cylinder) are wrenchingly scary, and the imaginative final twists confirm that Palmer is reaching the top of a demanding craft.
Library Journal
Abby Dolan, a young, hot-shot emergency room physician, has left the big city environs of San Francisco to follow her fiance to a small town where he has taken a job with Colstar-the main source of the town's economy. In her work, Abby quickly comes across several patients with vague but troubling symptoms that she believes are caused by environmental poisoning and may be linked to Colstar. Palmer's success in the more gripping Silent Treatment (LJ 2/15/95) is not equaled here. Slow pacing, an awkward writing style, and an uninteresting and unbelievable plot make for a dull medical thriller. Still, Palmer's works are popular, and this novel will no doubt receive a lot of hype.-Patricia Altner, Information Seekers, Bowie, Md.
Kirkus Reviews
Realistically portrayed medical procedures and more than you'd care to know about toxic poisoning—both pump up a relentlessly predictable emergency-room melodrama.

In his seventh medical thriller, Massachusetts-based Palmer (Silent Treatment, 1995, etc.), a former ER physician, goes west to the excessively scenic, ironically named northern California mountain town of Patience, where Dr. Abby Dolan, lately of San Francisco, has just joined the Patience Regional Hospital emergency room team. Everyone seems to know everyone else too well in this small, former gold-rush mining town, now the headquarters of Colstar International, a giant manufacturing concern specializing in exotic batteries, many containing the metal cadmium. It doesn't take many pages before our spunky, dedicated, fearlessly competent heroine suspects that the inexplicable ailments dragging a parade of fuzzy-warm small-town types through her emergency room might have something to do with environmental contamination at Colstar, even if blood tests and other procedures reveal nothing unusual. Palmer tries to complicate his basic Enemy of the People plot by having Dr. Dolan's boyfriend, Josh Wyler, a Colstar company man, mutate into a gun-toting crazy, so that Dr. Dolan can seek solace in the strong arms of Dr. Lew Alvarez, an impeccably handsome emergency-room physician and leader of the Alliance, a paltry group of eco-activists who want to shut down Colstar. Between passionate kisses, Dr. Alvarez suggests to Dr. Dolan that cadmium, an element used in batteries, could be causing some of Patience's residents, including Dr. Dolan's erstwhile boyfriend, to go suddenly berserk. Dr. Dolan finds herself dodging rifle fire, pickup trucks, and, even worse, bureaucratic snafus.

Warmed-over Robin Cook-esque hospital paranoia, though saved by an earnest appreciation of emergency room heroics.

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"Three hundred joules, please...Keep pumping..."

Abby Dolan tightened her grip on the defibrillator paddles as she passed them against the front and left side of the man's massive chest.  He was in persistent cardiac arrest despite two electrical shocks and medication.  His face and upper torso were mottled violet, reflecting inadequate circulation despite the ongoing CPR. Clearly, time was their enemy.

"Ready," said the nurse handling the defibrillator console.

"Okay everyone, clear!"

Abby pressed her thumb down on the square plastic button set in the handle of the right-hand paddle.  Instantly, there was a muffled pop and an audible, visible spark from two spots where the paddles and skin did not make perfect contact.  The man's body--250 pounds at least--stiffened and arched.  His arms snapped upward like whips.  Then, just as rapidly, he was still.

"Pump, please," Abby said, checking the monitor screen.

The paramedic, up on a stool for leverage, wiped the contact gel off the man's chest with a towel, set the heel of his hand over the base of the sternum and resumed his rhythmic compressions.  For several seconds there was a slashing up-and-down movement of the tracing on the monitor.  But Abby knew from ten years of ER work and countless code ninety-nines that the pattern was artifact, not related to any effective electrical activity of the heart.

She glanced up at the code clock started by the charge nurse at the moment of the man's arrival in room three.  Nine minutes.  So far nothing.  Abby had been working in the Patience Regional Hospital for over two weeks now, at once dreading and eagerly awaiting her first code.  She had been busy, at times very busy, over those weeks.  But no codes.  Now it was happening.  And "The Professor," as she knew some of the staff were facetiously calling her, was losing.

She looked back at the paramedic who was doing the cardiac compressions.  Too mechanical.  He was well trained, but he was using the technique he had learned on the CPR mannequin, Resusi-Annie.  This was a 250-pound bull of a man.  Abby pressed her fingertips into Tracy' groin, searching for the femoral-artery pulse that the paramedic should have been generating.  Nothing.

"Harder, Tom," she said.  "Much harder.  You're not moving enough blood."


"Please, I know you feel right with what you're doing, but you've got to do it harder.  A little faster, too.  That's better.  That's it.  Good.  That's it."

In addition to Abby, there were three nurses, a respiratory therapist, and the paramedic in the room.  At St. John's there would often be that many physicians at a cardiac arrest.  If the patient didn't make it, at least they all knew that everything that needed to be thought of had been.

"Are those labs back?"

"Three or four minutes, they say."

Abby knew that three or four minutes often meant five or ten.  Bill Tracy didn't have that kind of time.  She looked down at the dark, stretch-scar-like markings over his lower abdomen, and the fullness of his face.  Then she reached under his shoulder and placed her hand palm up at the base of his neck. There was a prominence there, a definite fullness.  Over her decade as a physician, she had seen only five or six cases of Cushing's syndrome, but this man certainly seemed like a candidate.  The syndrome was caused by a small, benign brain tumor that chemically told the body to produce an excess amount of the hormone cortisol.  The tumor itself wasn't usually fatal, but the high sodium, low potassium, and other derangements caused by the cortisol often were.

Abby rapidly processed the possibilities.  Without lab results, especially a potassium level, she was running blindfolded.  If Tracy had low potassium from Cushing's, none of their resuscitative efforts would work until the abnormality was corrected.  If he didn't have Cushing's, if his potassium was normal and she gave him more of the electrolyte intravenously, he would be as good as dead.

"Get ready for another shock," she said, struggling to keep panic out of her voice.  "Three hundred joules again.  Tom, keep pumping, please.  As hard as you can." Just go ahead and shock him, the voice in her head insisted. Do it!

"Mary, I want him to get some potassium right now," she suddenly heard herself saying.  "Ten milliequivalents IV."

"But I've never..."

"Please," Abby ordered sharply.  "I don't have time to debate this." She quickly filled a syringe.  For a moment Abby thought the woman was going to tell her to inject it herself.  But no.

"Your potassium's in, Doctor," she said coolly.

"Thank you."

First the paramedic, now the nurse.  How many more people would she offend before the code was over?  She checked the clock.  Almost twelve minutes, plus a few to get Tracy in from the ambulance.  Too long for him still to be in ventricular fibrillation.  She took the defibrillator paddles, accepted some contact gel from the nurse, and rubbed the two circular steel heads together to spread it out.  A negative outcome and controversy--the last results she would have wanted from her first code in Patience.  But then, she would never have been in Patience in the first place if Josh hadn't--

"Okay, stop pumping, please.  Everyone clear!"

Forty-five seconds since the potassium.  Now fifty.  There was no more time. Abby hit the button.  Again the muted pop, the single spasmodic contraction of every muscle in Bill Tracy's body, the faint odor of searing skin.  And, again, the tracing showed only artifact.

"Resume pumping," Abby said, no longer trying to mask her dejection.  No.  No, wait. The artifact had largely cleared.  There was a rhythm on the monitor--slow, but regular.  Abby felt her own heart skip some beats.  "Check for a pulse, please."

"Go, baby," someone murmured.  "Go..."

"I've got a pulse," the nurse called out as she pressed down over the femoral artery.  Purposely looking away from the monitor screen to remain as objective as possible, she reported what she was feeling in her fingertips. "Now...............now...............now.........now.........now.........now .........now."

The pulse she was chanting correlated perfectly with the monitor pattern.  The heartbeats were speeding up; the electrocardiogram complexes were becoming narrower, healthier.

A successful code was everyone's victory.  But more often than not, Abby knew, the failures were left to the Doc.

Bill Tracy's horrible, violet mottling rapidly and markedly improved.  Tissue throughout his body was getting blood for the first time in fifteen minutes. No CPR, however well performed, could ever measure up to the real thing, Abby was thinking.  Now all that mattered was getting him stabilized and praying that his brain had not been part of the tissue too deprived of circulation during that fifteen minutes.

Abby checked the monitor.  The encouraging pattern was holding, although Bill Tracy was still unconscious.  She lifted his eyelids.  Midsize pupils, no wandering eye movements--both good signs.

At that moment the lab tech arrived.

"His potassium's only one point eight," he announced.  "Checked and rechecked. One point eight."

For the first time since the rescue-squad call had come in from the golf course.  Abby Dolan smiled.

"Not anymore," she said.

Meet the Author

Michael Palmer is the bestselling author of Silent Treatment, Natural Causes, Extreme Measures, Flashback, Side Effects, and The Sisterhood.  He has practiced medicine for more than twenty years, most recently as an emergency room physician.

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Critical Judgment 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 13 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
As always, Michael Palmer has given me a book that interferes with my everyday routine since I couldn't put it down!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
great thriller with suspense. i could not put the book down
Guest More than 1 year ago
a fanatastic narration by the talented and versatile renowed author,i take this chance to corespond to the other book lovers and bibliophiles to contact me and discuss about the wonder of reading,so happy reading!:)
Guest More than 1 year ago
It kept me turning pages all night i love all of his books but this one beats them all.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good story line but awfully long
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Good book! Different, not your usual individual fights evil corperation book. Don't want to give anything away so all I'll say is great ending. Author gave just enough hints with out being too obvious.
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