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
Pia was steamed and George didn’t know what to say. The thought he’d expressed had taken on a life of its own in his mind. But as soon as he had voiced it, he knew it was very unlikely. Now he was just embarrassed he’d even mentioned it.
“All right, that does it, I’m going to the lab,” Pia said. “I really do have stuff there that I need to get. I worked there for more than three and a half years. And don’t worry, if it’s off-limits, I’ll come right back like a good girl.”
“And if it isn’t?”
“Then I’ll check out the storage freezer and get my stuff.”
“I’ll walk over to the med center and wait for you in the library.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“After Springer, it’s the least I can do. Really.”
“I guess I can’t stop you.”
George knew that was as close to an invite as he was going to get.
Chapter 34.
34.
COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY MEDICAL CENTER
NEW YORK CITY
MARCH 24, 2011, 5:07 P.M.
Pia and George walked over to the Black research building and passed through security with their medical student IDs. They were bucking the tide, as it was past five o’clock and most of the staff was streaming out, having finished work for the day. Pia and George parted at the elevators, with Pia telling George she would come find him in the library when she’d finished her visit.
In the elevator, Pia was glad George wasn’t with her. She’d be able to do what she wanted more quickly without him. She was pleased but not surprised that the caution tape was gone from the lab entrance. More good news: The door was unlocked, meaning the lab was officially back to normal. But the positive feelings were short-lived when she saw that a few of the familiar denizens of the lab had taken the same opportunity to show up and get on with whatever business was pressing. Marsha Langman was tidying up her desk, its previous pristine neatness a victim of CDC investigators who had gone through most of the lab’s records. Unfortunately the head technician, Arthur Spaulding, was also there, for similar reasons, trying to get everything back to normal.
Seeing Spaulding was a disappointment. His presence precluded her plan to visit the biosafety lab. If he saw her, particularly if he saw her in the refrigerator storage facility, he would undoubtedly make a scene. Pia cursed under her breath that she hadn’t gotten into the lab before any of the others. Neither Marsha nor Spaulding, nor any of the other technicians who were there, greeted her, or obviously snubbed her—it was like she wasn’t there at all. It surprised her, because they were all going through the same trauma involving their bosses’ deaths. It was like they were a group of automatons.