“You do?”
“Director Fischer has heard all about it, and your part in it, Dr. Coran.” She sounded icy.
“What do you mean he's heard all about what? Eriq Santiva always keeps him informed of my movements.”
“Well… when the governor of Oregon calls and learns that you falsely used the director, well then that puts a less than desirable light on things, Dr. Coran.”
“That bastard Hughes. No telling what that mashing SOB said to Mr. Fischer.”
“Whatever it was, Director Fischer left word for you that he'd deal with you, dear, when he returned from Africa.”
The woman had such economy of words. She could write a book on how to be brief. “Put me through to him wherever he is, Madeline, now.”
“He won't be inclined to talk to you just now, dear, and I suspect-”
“I'll take my chances, Maddy!”
“-and I suspect a little cooling off period might do you both good.” She hung up on Jessica.
Jessica stared at the phone and thought about Hughes's personal secretary calling Fischer's personal secretary, comparing notes and putting the governor on with Fischer, who told his side of things. It all seemed like the world hinged upon the predispositions of bitties like Mrs. Dornan and Madeline Camden.
“What just happened?” asked Darwin, his eyes reading the strange look on her face.
“Fischer's out of the office.”
“So?”
“Way out-somewhere on his way to South Africa.”
“But you can still reach him.”
“I'll send him an E-mail. That bitch Dornan must have given Madeline an earful, and she's not sympathetic. In fact, she's always been a bit hostile toward me… and just waiting for an opportunity to do something about it.”
Dr. Waters came on the line for Darwin. Darwin introduced himself and asked about his brother's blood type. “Did you give him a blood test today at the prison? And what were the results?”
“I have a blood sample on file, one taken over a year ago. During his preliminary incarceration, while awaiting trial. I would have no need of taking blood from him in his cell today. You must've been misinformed.”
“And the blood type, Dr. Waters?”
“AB-negative.”
“Are you staring at the results as we speak?”
“Don't need to. I remember because you're not the only one interested.”
“What're you saying, Dr. Waters?”
“I got a call from Donald Gwingault, the warden, asking the very same question only a few hours ago. Said he and the governor wanted to know.”
“I see,” replied Darwin.
Waters continued, “As I understood it, the governor himself requested it, and I'd hoped Towne's test would have come out anything but AB-negative. He's a good man, Rob Towne, and God, for the life of me, I can't see this man falling so far into depravity as to open his wife up and rip her apart that way. Unless I am a complete idiot in judging character, but I have had over thirty years working in the penal system as well as my private practice.”
“Thank you, Doctor, for that. And you are sure there can be no mistake about the blood test?”
“None whatever. I am sorry.”
He hung up, saying to Jessica, “No point in going to Waters's clinic now.” Darwin appeared defeated, all his earlier enthusiasm drained.
“The prison doctor confirms a test was done and Robert was right about it being AB-neg?”
“Yeah, but the test was done long before today, so you were half right about Robert's not being completely honest with us. No wonder Robert's so discouraged. His own blood is accusing him now.”
“Bad luck, sheer bad luck.”
“It always followed him, and even now with him going nowhere, it still hangs over his head.”
“Keep your eyes on the road,” she said, and he got the double entendre.
“Will do.” Though he said it with little conviction.
“Look, we've gotta get to Fischer. Find a computer and contact him, have him call me. If I can put everything in proper light for him, I know he'll do all he can to save an innocent man from execution.”
“By now the governor knows the blood test went bad for Rob,” said Darwin as they sped down the interstate.
“Same blood type. So what?” she announced.
“So what?”
“It proves nothing! There are millions of people walking around this country with AB-negative.”
“So what the hell're we going to do now? The rabbit is dead.”
“We go after those DNA results more aggressively, and we get all the might of the FBI behind doing so.”
SIXTEEN
The band is out, the society is out,
Watch out Mother who made me,
The band's out, the society's out,
Mothers of Children
Tie up your stomachs.
Jessica and Darwin had little difficulty finding a computer. They were everywhere these days, and so they located a computer cafe on the outskirts of Portland, wishing to stay close to the airport, the governor's mansion and the prison.
Jessica telephoned and roped Eriq Santiva in on their side, Eriq promising to pressure Cellmark. “As much as possible.” But the savvy Cuban also added, “But I gotta agree with you, Jess. Getting Fischer onto their heads at this Minnesota testing facility… that would far outweigh anything I can say or do to move them along.”
“There's gotta be a way.”
“I've already talked to Sharpe about this, Jess, and he-”
“Richard? When?”
“Less than an hour ago, maybe forty minutes. He called from a flight to Oregon out of San Francisco.”
“What was his request?”
“I sent men from our Minnesota field office to camp on them. He said a Millbrook detective wasn't enough of a presence.”
“And you complied with the request?”
“It's a favor to Richard. He seemed adamant, and I'm going to need him soon. Things may be popping with that China deal we've been brokering, and as always the State Department's first priority is to international cooperation among crime-fighting organizations worldwide.”
“So you want Richard back at Quantico for a briefing.”
“Very good, Jess. Go to the head of the-”
“Thanks, Eriq, for your help.”
“Tell me, Jess.”
“Yes?”
