A few hours later Hawkeye caught up to Potter in the Mess tent. "Got a minute?"
"Sure, Hawk, what's on your mind?"
"You know that Korean girl who came in with the cuts?"
"Yeah. Whoever did that needs a brain rearrangement."
"She gave me a name."
"A name?"
"Doc Donald. Apparently he runs a clinic for the natives. He's not as doctor as you and I though."
Potter gave him a strange look.
"He says he's allowed to play doctor but the grown-ups say he isn't."
"No license?"
"Nope, from what Mi-Sun overheard."
"Doc Donald? Never heard of him. Is he army?"
"I don't know. She just said he runs that clinic."
"Hey!" Frank Burns said, plopping down on a bench at their table. "I heard of a Doc Donald."
Hawkeye glanced quickly at Potter and leaned toward Frank. "You did? From who?"
"The Korean boy who shines my boots."
"What do you know about him?"
Frank shifted on the bench, getting more comfortable. He enjoyed the position he found himself in, that of having information that Hawkeye so obviously wanted.
"Burns." Potter said.
Frank's demeanor shifted somewhat and he sucked his lower lip. "Well," he began, "He's regular army, and he runs a little clinic for the natives on the side. A little extra money, and you know, girls."
"You know he has no medical license." Hawkeye said.
"Yeah, some boy he worked on…I don't know exactly what happened."
"Frank, you saw what he did to that girl. He cut her and he raped her. She told me she wasn't the first he'd cut."
Frank looked uncomfortable. Taking a side against a regular army man and a doctor was against everything Frank stood for but if he had done that to her… A man had to have boundaries somewhere, and what that man was accused of doing fell outside even Frank's range of finkness.
"Well…" Frank began.
***
"Is there anything you can do?" Hawkeye asked Potter as the two of them sat in his office that afternoon.
"Even with Mi-Sun's testimony it'll be hard to prove he did it. Unfortunately Uncle Sam tends to believe his boys over foreign girls. And the laws here are different too."
"So what do we do?"
"Well, let's put a feeler out. Invite him here, maybe, pretend we're interested in helping out his clinic. If we're lucky he'll do something stupid."
"We're not that lucky, are we?"
Potter just gave Hawkeye a look.
"Silly question. If we were that lucky we wouldn't be here to begin with."
***
