One day, a state auditor arrived. He wasn't looking for fraud. He was looking for —clinics whose Angels looked too clean. He flagged Mr. Vega’s file.
The "Dirty Angels" of DSRIP were never about fraud. They were about the gap between a spreadsheet and a human being. The program measured clean rooms, but the real work—keeping a homeless man out of the morgue—happened in the dirt.
“This patient has no address,” the auditor said. “Yet he has perfect medication adherence. How?”
