Chapters (72)
- ALSO BY ROBIN COOK
- TITLE PAGE
- COPYRIGHT
- DEDICATION
- CONTENTS
- PREFACE
- PROLOGUE
- 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
- 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
- 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
“And Mr. Berman and I are pleased that you are attending to the flagella problem. That needs to be solved. Is there any way I can help in that regard?”
Finally Mariel stopped talking.
“You can get the microbivores programmers to give me some time.”
“Consider it done,” Mariel said agreeably. “I’ll be handing this paperwork to the purchasing department, and I’ll make sure it’s processed at once. But I do want you to sign the requisition form, which you haven’t done. Anything else?” Mariel handed Pia the form.
“So we’re really not going to talk about it?” said Pia, taking the paper.
“Talk about what?”
“Come on, Mariel, the runner, the hospital, the armed guards! I bring a man into an ER, and the next thing I know, you show up with the U.S. Cavalry and forcibly remove him, which doesn’t make a lot of sense. He needed a diagnosis and needed to be monitored, at least in the short term. He’d had an apparent cardiac arrest, a life-threatening condition if ever there was one. A mysterious life-threatening condition that you seemed extremely confident you could take care of here.”
Mariel looked at Pia. A patina of irritation penetrated her haughtiness.
“Furthermore,” Pia added, “I wasn’t even aware that Nano had the kind of medical facilities that could deal with that kind of thing. I called the operator to be connected to the infirmary to find out if the man is doing okay, but she said there is no infirmary.”
Mariel said nothing for a couple of seconds, the expression on her face not changing at all.
“The man wasn’t forcibly removed,” Mariel said finally.
“I’m sorry?” Pia said, rolling her eyes. Mariel was clearly avoiding the issue of who this man was, and Nano’s role in his treatment. Whether he was taken against his will was significant, of course, but the fact that Mariel had arrived there at all with her goon squad was a more pressing concern.
“You said we forcibly removed a man from the Boulder Memorial ER department, and I’m telling you that the man consented to have treatment at our facilities. If you believe you saw anything to the contrary, then you’re mistaken.”
“Okay, I’ll believe it if you say so. But tell me this: how is he doing in Nano’s medical facility? Wherever that may be.”
“I’m sure he is being well taken care of.”
“You’re sure, but you don’t know? You haven’t checked on him?”
“My expertise is in the bio labs, the same as you. This is where you need to concentrate your mind. We have important work to do here. The microbivore project is the most important one here. Everything else is designed to support it. I assure you the man is being well looked after, by a team of highly skilled staff.”