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
“But Nano is a research lab,” said Pia. “My understanding is that in the rest of this facility they are working on paint additives and the like. And we here in the bio labs are presently using worms. We’re not even using animals yet. Why does Nano need a staff of medics? And why are you involved with them?”
“Miss Grazdani. As I indicated to you at the hospital, it would be best if you forgot all about what you saw. Or what you thought you saw. Ultimately it is none of your business. It is time you got back to work.”
Although Mariel Spallek had no way to know, such admonitions were likely to have the opposite effect on Pia from the one intended. Pia felt strongly that it was for her to decide what was best for her to know, not a functionary like Mariel. In Pia’s mind there had been enough international tribunals to proclaim that individuals in organizations bore an ethical responsibility about what such organizations did, and, ultimately, ignorance was not a defense.
“What is the role of the Chinese government at Nano?” Pia demanded.
Mariel had redirected her attention to the forms she held in her hands, but at Pia’s question, she jerked her head upright and bore her eyes into Pia’s.
“I said to forget it. I mean it. Sign the damn requisition forms!”
Pia shrugged and turned to sign the paperwork for Mariel. Judging by the force of Mariel’s reaction, Pia was confident she’d touched a nerve, and, having done so, found that her curiosity was stimulated, not blunted.
Chapter 17
17.
PIA’S APARTMENT, BOULDER, COLORADO
TUESDAY, APRIL 23, 2013, 6:50 P.M.
For the rest of the day, Pia found it almost impossible to concentrate on her work. Mariel’s evasiveness under her questioning had certainly made Pia more interested in what she’d witnessed. And Mariel’s reaction to Pia’s mention of the Chinese government definitely seemed significant. China frequently competed with the United States in commercial interests, including the medical arena. From her time growing artificial human organs with Dr. Rothman in New York, she knew that the best work being done outside the United States was in China. And in China there wasn’t always the same level of respect for the binding nature of patents in general, and medical patents in particular, as there usually was in the United States.