Chapters (73)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgements
- PART I
- Chapter 1.
- Chapter 2.
- Chapter 3.
- Chapter 4.
- Chapter 5.
- Chapter 6.
- Chapter 7.
- Chapter 8.
- Chapter 9.
- Chapter 10.
- Chapter 11.
- Chapter 12.
- Chapter 13.
- Chapter 14.
- Chapter 15.
- Chapter 16.
- Chapter 17.
- Chapter 18.
- Chapter 19.
- Chapter 20.
- Chapter 21.
- Chapter 22.
- Chapter 23.
- Chapter 24.
- PART II
- Chapter 25.
- Chapter 26.
- Chapter 27.
- Chapter 28.
- Chapter 29.
- Chapter 30.
- Chapter 31.
- Chapter 32.
- Chapter 33.
- Chapter 34.
- Chapter 35.
- Chapter 36.
- Chapter 37.
- Chapter 38.
- Chapter 39.
- Chapter 40.
- Chapter 41.
- Chapter 42.
- Chapter 43.
- Chapter 44.
- PART III
- Chapter 45.
- Chapter 46.
- Chapter 47.
- Chapter 48.
- Chapter 49.
- Chapter 50.
- Chapter 51.
- Chapter 52.
- Chapter 53.
- Chapter 54.
- Chapter 55.
- Chapter 56.
- Chapter 57.
- Chapter 58.
- Chapter 59.
- Chapter 60.
- Chapter 61.
- Chapter 62.
- Chapter 63.
- Chapter 64.
- EPILOGUE
- ALSO BY ROBIN COOK
“It was Rothman’s idea to start the research track of my training, and it was going to be under his direction. Who’s going to do that for me now? I was going to be working in his lab for my Ph.D. Where am I going to go now? Once again I’ve been abandoned.”
George was a little taken aback at what sounded like self-centeredness in the face of Rothman’s and Yamamoto’s deaths. “I’m sure the university will find you another lab,” he said. “They found you another rotation. Will and Lesley are already doing theirs.”
“Maybe they’ll find me one, maybe they won’t.”
George hesitated for a moment. He knew there was a risk Pia would take what he was about to say the wrong way. But he decided to say it anyway. “Pia, I’m sorry, but I don’t understand how Rothman could have ‘betrayed’ you, as you put it. He got sick and died. It’s tough for me to understand you sometimes. I don’t think you should insert yourself into this where you don’t have to. If you’re now thinking Rothman’s death wasn’t an accident and that there’s a cover-up going on, I don’t see any other way for this to end but badly.”
“Unless it’s true.”
“You’re talking about murder. Who would want to murder one of the best research teams in the country?”
Turning it over in his mind, George could think of only one reason why someone would be so willing to risk their career without blinking an eye. He knew for sure this line of reasoning was going to get him into trouble. “Look, it’s none of my business, and I’ve never said anything to you that would make you think I was jealous of any other guy, er, getting close to you, but your relationship with Rothman, well . . .”
George was cut off by Pia’s loud laugh.
“Oh, God! Is that why you think I’m caught up in all this? You think I was sleeping with Rothman?”
“No. Well. Yes. Maybe. I don’t know. It might explain why you’re so worked up about it. It’s what some people are saying on campus.”
“So I have to be sleeping with a guy to care about how he died? Thanks a lot, George. I did let him get close to me but not like that. Typical male. I’ll say it if it helps: No, there was nothing physical between me and Dr. Rothman. Zip. Believe me, I can tell when a man is interested in me like that, and he wasn’t. He was actually happily married and devoted to his family, despite how asocial he seemed.”