Syndrome

Chapter 11

Monday, April 6

1:29 p.m.

As she hung up, Ally wondered again what she was getting into. But she did want to meet this miracle worker. The kind of thing Van de Vliet was talking about sounded as much like science fiction as anything she’d ever heard. Still, his voice was reassuring, even mesmerizing, and there seemed no reason not to at least check out the Dorian Institute firsthand. But then what?Help!

She looked at her coffee cup and wished she dared have a refill. But that much caffeine always made her heart start to act up. And maybe she didn't need it. The conversation with Karl Van de Vliet had energized her and sharpened her senses quite enough.

She was still thinking about that when the phone rang again. There was an electronic voice directory, but her own phone was the default if a caller did not care to use it.

'CitiSpace.'

'Hi, Ally. Tell me if you recognize the voice. Just please don't hang up.'

Who was it? The intonations were bouncing around somewhere in the back of her brain, as though they were a computer file looking for a match. The one her unconscious mind was making was being rejected by her conscious mind. Then finally the match came through and stuck.

My God, it couldn't be.The last time she’d talked to him was … what? Almost two decades ago.

The irony was, she’d been thinking about him some lately, as part of taking stock of her life. She’d been meditating over all the roads not taken, and he’d been the last man she’d actually loved or thought she loved before Steve.

'What. . How did. .?' She found she was at a loss for words. She figured he’d have been the same way if she’d calledhimout of the blue.

'Hey, this isn't easy for me either. But I have a pretty good reason for breaking our vow of silence.'

She was immediately flooded with mixed emotions. Stone Aimes. She already knew he wrote for theSentinel. Or at least she assumed the irreverent reporter by that name who did their medical column was him. The tone sounded so much like the way she remembered him. There was a lot of passion and he was always editorializing against 'Big Medicine.' He had plenty of raw courage, but sometimes he had too much edge. That was one quality he had that had eventually gotten to be nerve-racking back when they were together.

Now, in hindsight, she remembered their breakup with both anger and regret. She was angry that, even though she tried like hell, she could never really connect with him at the level she yearned for. He always seemed to be holding something back, some secret he was afraid to divulge. Truthfully, they both were grand masters at never allowing vulnerability. In short, they were overly alike. They shared the same flaws.

Still, after Steve was taken away, it was hard not to think of Stone now and then. Before Steve, Stone was the only sane lover she'd ever been close to.

But she also knew the bit about letting sleeping dogs lie. Sometimes that was the better part of wisdom. This conversation, she finally decided, was just going to open old wounds. Better to nip it right now.

And add to that, she didn't actually know if he was free now or not or what

But he'd said he had a good reason for calling-what could that be?

'Stone, I read your columns in theSentinel. So I sort of feel like I've kept in contact. I can almost hear your voice sometimes.'

'That makes me think you were cheating a little on our deal.'

'Well,' she heard herself say, 'some of them were pretty good. Sometimes you sounded like you knew as much as a doctor.'

'Don't flatter me excessively, or I might want to start believing you.' He laughed. 'But speaking of doctors, didn't you used to have some kind of heart issue? How is that these days?'

'You really want to know?'

'Maybe it might have something to do with why I'm calling. Best I recall, you never actually told me, even back when.'

'Thank you for asking,' she said. 'I guess it's not much of a secret anymore, with me popping nitro every other day. I have a scarred valve, coronary stenosis, and it's not getting any better. I don't know what to do about it short of going to Lourdes for a miracle.'

'I see,' he said. Then he fell silent. Mercifully, he didn't come up with false bravado about revolutionary treatments and you never can tell, blah, blah, blah. Then he said, 'So is that why you've enrolled in the clinical trials at the Dorian Institute? To be part of their work using stem cells?'

What!' How thehelldo you know about-'

'Hey, Ally, you know I can't divulge my sources. After I knew you, I grew up to be a real reporter. That was my grand plan, remember?'

'Then this may turn out to be a very short conversation. I have nothing to-'

'Okay, okay, let's start over.' He paused and cleared his throat. 'Ahem. Are you the Alexa Hampton who was formally entered about half an hour ago into the stage-three clinical trials for the National Institutes of Health being held by the Gerex Corporation? Or maybe I should play dumb and begin by asking if you've ever heard of them.'

'Stone, why. . why are you asking me this?'

It was bizarre. How could he know? And wait a minute, what did he mean about enrolling? She hadn't enrolled in anything.

'Ally, I'm finishing a major-I hope-book about stem cell technology, and right now the world leader is the Gerex Corporation. I think, but I can't yet prove, that their Dorian Institute out in New Jersey is the site of some pretty incredible stuff. I was … fooling around on the Internet, on the NIH Web site, looking for information about them, and-it must have been some momentary computer glitch-someone with your name popped up for a second. Along with a Nina Hampton. Which made me suspect it was you.'

She was incredulous. She was being entered into the clinical trials before she had even seen the place? Somebody was pushing the pace. Winston Bartlett or Van de Vliet had taken it for granted that she and her mother would enter the trials. Worst of all, it took a former lover she hadn't talked to in x-zillion years to give her this unnerving information.

'Nina is your mom, right?' he went on. 'I still remember her fondly. I don't think she thought much of me, however. By the way, how is she?'

'She's. . she's not doing all that great.' Ally was still trying to get her mind around what she'd just heard. 'But why are you calling me, Stone?'

'If anything I've said rings a vague bell, then could we meet someplace and talk? I don't think it would be a great idea to do it over the phone. That's all I really can say now.'

Maybe, she thought, Stone Aimes might have uncovered a few things of which she ought to be aware. His pieces in theSentinelshowed he was a damned good reporter.

'I don't think what little I know about Gerex would be any help to you.' She was attempting to get her mind back together. 'I actually have a lot of questions about the stem cell procedure myself. I spoke on the phone just now with Dr. Van de Vliet and he described their technology to me in general terms. But maybe I should interview you. Maybe you could explain it to me using that wonderful gift you have for simplification in your columns.'

'Ally, I don't know anything except what's in the public domain. They're privately held, so they don't have to tell anybody zilch. I assume you've actually been out to the Dorian Institute, which is more than I can say.'

'Never.'

'But you're enrolled-'

'I'm notenrolledin anything.' To say the least. 'And it bothers me that anybody thinks so. But Iamthinking about taking Mom out there tomorrow, if she still wants to go. When I talked to him on the phone, Dr. Van de Vliet wanted me to start the procedure immediately. That's scary, but he does seem to know what he's doing.'