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'I take it, then, that you're leaning toward going through with it.'

She hated the way he'd just made her sound so gullible.

'The truth is, I'm more concerned for Mom. He claims he can help her early-onset Alzheimer's, and that would mean a lot.' Why was she telling him all this stuff? She found herself wondering if he'd ever married.

'I'm so sorry to hear that. But the chances are he can.'

'What are you thinking?' she asked finally. 'And why did you call me? Really? What'sgoing on?'

'I don't know yet. There's a lot I don't know.' He seemed to hesitate. 'Ally, is there any chance whatsoever that-while you're out there-you could get me the names of some of the

people who've been through the clinical trials? The Dorian Institute is entirely off-limits to the press. I tried several times to schedule an interview with Karl Van de Vliet, the guy you talked to, but no luck. I can't get past the corporate people. My only hope is to try and find some patients who've been treated and released who've completed the clinical trials. But Gerex has been ruthless about keeping their identities secret You are literally the first person I've found who has any connection with the institute and is willing to talk about it. That is,ifyou're willing.'

'Stone, it would be like the blind leading the blind. I don't know the first thing about the place.'

'Well, let me ask you this-when you were talking with him, did Van de Vliet happen to mention any occasion where a subject had been terminated from the trials?'

'It never came up. Why do you-?'

'Never mind. But when and if you go out there, you might inquire about that.' He paused. 'Don't get me wrong. I'm actually Gerex's biggest fan. I mean, considering merely what you told me, that they're claiming to have a procedure that treats early-onset Alzheimer's. Think about it. I'm rooting for your mom, sure, but that's a Nobel Prize in itself, right there. We're talking major medical history in the making.'

'And?'

'AndI want to publish the first book about it.' He paused. 'Also, a little birdie tells me that something not entirely kosher may be going on out there. No proof, just a reporter's hunch. There's a little too much sudden secrecy.'

Ally was having a strange feeling come over her. She was actually enjoying talking to him.

'Shit, Stone, I'm glad you called. I lost two men I loved very much since I knew you and I'm feeling very alone at the moment. I could use some moral support I've got a lot of people bugging me to enter those clinical trials. Even people I'd never met before, like Winston Bartlett, the New York big shot. He's suddenly very concerned about my health. I have no idea what that's about. But it makes me uneasy.'

There was an awkward lull, then, 'Ally, all I'm asking is that you just take the measure of the Dorian Institute when you're out there and tell me what you think about the place. Are they performing the miracles they announced as their objective?'

'Look, I'll help you when and if I actually can. So give me your number, okay?'

He did.

'I can tell when I'm being blown off,' he went on. 'I have a very sensitive blow-off detector. But why don't you try a test? When you're out at the institute, ask Van de Vliet or somebody why that mystery patient was terminated from the clinical trials. See if the question makes them uncomfortable.'

'Why does that matter so much to you?'

'If a patient is dropped for no good reason about the same time they clamp down on information, I think it could be fishy. Beyond that, I cannot speculate. And while you're at it, I'd love the names of some other ex- patients. Anybody. I found a list on the NIH Web site but they're all encoded, so it doesn't do me any good. I just want to ask them if the procedure worked or not. It's information that's going to be made public eventually, no matter what. Come on, Ally, don't you want some testimonials?'

'Okay, look, I'll try to see if anybody there will give me any info.'

She was realizing she was in a comfort zone when she was talking to him. Still, so much about him remained a mystery. He had always said his mother and father were both dead, but it was still suspiciously hard to get him to speak about them. She'd gotten the impression that he didn't actually remember his father. That was the part of his life that he'd always been the most closed off about. Either that or he was repressing some horrible memories.

'Thanks a lot, Ally.' A pause, then, 'Interested in getting together sometime?'

'Let me think about it.'

She put down the phone with her mind in turmoil. She realized she hadn't asked him if he was 'attached' but the next time they spoke, she was going to try to ease it into the conversation.

Chapter 12

Tuesday, April 7

9:50a.m.

Ally steered her Toyota onto the ramp leading to the George Washington Bridge, the entryway to northern New Jersey. She was just finishing a phone call to Jennifer. She wanted her to take a look at the notes and blueprints for Bartlett's Gramercy Park project and scan them into their CAD program. After all the phone calls yesterday, she'd been too sidetracked to do it. Although Bartlett had declared he wasn't in any hurry, he had messengered a certified check to her office Monday afternoon. The project was a go. She wanted to get moving while everything was fresh in her mind.

Before leaving her apartment this morning, she'd downloaded a map from MapQuest and from it she had estimated that the drive up to the Dorian Institute would be approximately an hour-give or take. She had begun the trip early because her mother's mind had been lucid the previous evening and she was hoping that interlude might last into this morning.

Unfortunately, it had not.

Nina was sitting next to her now, in full makeup but completely unresponsive, seemingly in another world. When Ally arrived at the Riverside Drive apartment to pick her up, Maria-now silent and uneasy in the backseat, reading a Spanish novel-met her at the door with a troubled look and shook her head sadly.

'Miss Hampton, I know she was all right when you were here last night, but this morning … she may not recognize you. She'll most likely snap out of it and be okay later on, but right now she's just in a fog. It was all I could do to get her ready.'

When Ally walked in, Nina was sitting in her favorite chair, dressed in her favorite black suit. Her makeup was perfect.Thank you, Maria.

'Hey, sweetie, you look great.'

Nina stared at her as though trying to place the face and said nothing. She just looked confused and very, very sad.

Dear God, Ally thought,this is the first time she's completely failed to recognize me.

It was so disheartening. Last night, when Ally had come up to discuss whether or not she still wanted to explore Dr. Van de Vliet's experimental treatment, Nina had been completely cognizant. Ally had tried to explain the concept of neural tissue regeneration using stem cells, which was difficult since she barely understood it herself.

'Mom,' she had said 'this might be something that could reverse some of the damage to your… memory. At least keep it from getting worse. I know it sounds scary but everybody says the conventional treatments for what you have don't work very well or very long.'

'Then let's go out there and talk to him, honey. Just come in the morning and take me. By then I'll probably forget everything you've said tonight.'

How prescient, Ally thought sadly. Now Nina was just gazing blankly ahead, silent. Does she remember anything from last night?

For that matter, whatwasNina thinking now? Was she conscious of the fact she