Gabriel hadn't mentioned it to James - he hadn't thought that the situation necessitated it - but he [i]did[/i] have his enemies here at the hospital. More than one, in fact. There were those who thought the surgeon couldn't be trusted. For all his sternness and cutting sarcasm, there was still a sliver of a good heart remaining within - one that hadn't been speared by the lure of wealth and glory. And his enemies thought that a weakness, something which would eventually lead him to go to the cops as soon as the situation turned against his favor. And one of the biggest doubters of his loyalty was Richard Tomlin, a man who, by all intents and purposes, was Cassidy's best friend. He considered those who knew the truth an "exclusive" bunch, and wanted nothing more than to keep it that way. 

Tomlin didn't quite resemble a bird of prey as Cassidy did. In contrast, the man was quite attractive for his age, bearing a sense of sophistication despite the eyes which hid more malice than one could initially perceive from his person. Looking over the resident's face, he didn't seem to buy the faux happiness James had put on, having seen that expression many times on the faces of those who had something to hide. He'd dealt with those, of course, before they had the chance to do any kind of whistleblowing. In the period after the "suicides" had occurred, the media had been prowling about the hospital, journalists asking questions where they shouldn't. 

"Direct." Tomlin laughed, a deep laugh which seemed to resound within his chest. "That's what they all say about dear Gabe. Sometimes [i]too[/i] direct, in my opinion..." He seemed amused, his lips titled in a crooked manner suggesting some attempt at a smile. There was an ominous note to his voice. "You understand that some things should be kept to more...[i]senior[/i] members of staff. And Morris is, well, far too nice to those under his charge. He can get...chatty, you understand. But that won't really matter in the long run. I won't impede your work any further." He gave James a heavy pat on the shoulder, one imparted as if as a warning. "Do tell Gabriel that Richard wants to speak with him before the surgery commences. It'll just be five minutes. A quick chat. Nothing too distracting."

It was obvious that Tomlin could've found Gabriel on his own, knowing fully well he was with the Charles'...but the older doctor was playing a game. Testing the waters, it seemed, even as he flashed the resident a broad grin and strolled back down the hall, whistling an off-key tune under his breath. Loose mouths were loose ends, and loose ends were tied.