‘I don’t know.’
‘There must be someone there dealing with admin. They’re going to have to cancel new patients – there must be someone you can get hold of who can look at our records and find out what’s happened, surely?’
‘I’ll try again in the morning. I’m going to try to speak to Dr Leu – he seemed pretty on the ball.’
He closed his eyes but his brain was racing. Dettore would have kept detailed records of exactly what he had done to every foetus. It would all be there in his files. Dr Leu would have the answers; of course he would.
‘Maybe it’s God’s way.’ She spoke so gently, like a child.
‘ God’s way – what do you mean?’
‘Perhaps He’s angry about – you know – about what we did – about what people are trying to do. And this is His way of balancing things up.’
‘By making you sick and by killing Dr Dettore?’
‘No, I don’t mean that. I mean-’
There was a long silence.
John climbed out of the bed. He needed more water, tablets, sleep. He desperately needed more sleep.
‘Maybe God decided we should have a girl, not a boy,’ Naomi said.
‘What’s this talk about God, suddenly? I thought you weren’t too impressed with God?’
‘Because – I’m wondering – maybe Dr Dettore didn’t make a mistake. Maybe God intervened?’
John was aware that pregnancy messed around with a woman’s hormones and they in turn could mess around with the brain. Maybe it was that. ‘Darling.’ He sat down on the bed. ‘Dettore screwed up. I don’t think this is God intervening. This is a scientist doing something wrong.’
‘And we don’t know how wrong?’
‘We don’t know for sure it’s wrong at all. I still think Rosengarten is an arrogant man and he could have made a mistake that he won’t admit to. We’ll get a second opinion. I don’t think we should worry too much at this stage.’
‘Why don’t we have its – her – entire genome read?’
‘Apart from the cost, it’s not just getting it read, it’s the analysis that’s complex. There are over twelve hundred genes responsible for the prostate; seven hundred for breasts; five hundred for ovaries. It’s a massive task.’
‘If Dr Dettore was able to do it, surely – I mean, how could he have done it so far ahead? And kept it quiet?’
‘Happens in science all the time. You get someone way ahead – sometimes so way ahead people don’t appreciate the discovery. He is – was – awesomely smart. He had unlimited money to throw at it.’ And, he thought, but did not tell her, not wanting to worry her more, Dettore very definitely had some kind of a hidden agenda. He wasn’t covering his costs of running the floating clinic – and that was without his own fees. Let alone the huge time commitment.
Altruism? For the good of mankind? Or He drifted into troubled sleep.
It seemed only moments later that the phone was ringing.
25
John woke with a start, feeling groggy and confused. What the hell time was it?
6.47, the clock told him.
Naomi stirred. ‘Wasser-?’
Who the hell was ringing at this hour? Sweden, probably. Even after eight years here, his mother never could figure out the time difference. Several times when they had first come out to LA she had called at two and then at three in the morning. Three more rings and the answering machine kicked in.
He closed his eyes and was back asleep in moments.
At five past seven the phone rang again.
‘Jesus, mother, we need to sleep!’ he yelled.
‘It might be important,’ Naomi slurred.
‘I don’t care.’
The answering machine picked it up. Was it his mother? Some problem? It could wait, it would have to wait, whatever it was. He had a nine o’clock faculty meeting at the college and desperately needed a bit more sleep. He’d set the alarm for seven fifteen. He closed his eyes.
Moments later, it rang again. He lay there with his eyes shut against the bright daylight in the room. Felt the bed move. Naomi getting up. The ringing stopped.
‘I’ll see who it is,’ she said.
‘Leave it, darling, just leave it!’
She went out of the room. Moments later she came back in. ‘KTTV,’ she said. ‘Three messages from some woman called Bobby.’
‘Bobby? I don’t know anyone called Bobby. What do they want?’
‘She didn’t say – wants you to call. Says it’s urgent.’
KTTV was a Fox affiliate, one of the Los Angeles television stations. He had done an interview with them a few months back for a show they were doing on evolution. ‘What the hell time of day is this for them to call?’ he said, wide awake now, despite his brain feeling leaden from tiredness and the pills.
The phone began ringing again.
‘I can’t believe this!’ he said, and grabbed the cordless that was right by the bed.
A breezy male voice said, ‘Hi, this is Dan Wagner from KCAL, is that Dr Klaesson?’
‘Do you know what time it is?’ John said.
‘Well – ah – sure, it’s early, but I was just hoping you might do a quick interview for our morning show-’
John hit the button, ending the call. Then he sat up. ‘What the hell’s going on?’
Naomi, draped in a towel, was looking at him in bewilderment. ‘Some breaking news story – maybe they’ve got a big new discovery in your field. This could be a chance to get publicity – you’re acting crazy, come on!’
John got out of bed and went through to the bathroom. He pulled on his dressing gown and stared into the mirror. Some deranged, sheet-white face, with dark rings beneath the eyes and hair sticking up like freshly harvested straw, stared back. He had about an hour to get himself together, to shower, shave, swill down some coffee, throw himself in the car and haul his ass over to the campus.
And now the damned phone was ringing again.
‘LEAVE IT!!!’ he bellowed at Naomi.
‘John-’
‘Leave it, I said!’
‘John – what’s the matter with-?’
‘I didn’t have any sleep, that’s the matter with me, OK? I didn’t have any sleep, I haven’t made love for three months, and my wife is pregnant with God-knows-what child. Anything else you want to know?’
The phone stopped and immediately began ringing again. Ignoring John, Naomi answered it.
‘This is Jodi Parker from KNBC news. Is that the Klaesson residence?’
‘This is – can I help you?’
‘May I speak with Professor John Klaesson?’
‘Can I tell him what this is about?’ she asked.
‘Sure, we’d like to send a car over, bring him into the studio – we just need a quick interview.’
‘I’ll pass you over to my husband,’ she said.
John gave a cut-throat sign with his finger.
Covering the receiver with her hand, Naomi hissed, ‘Take the phone.’
He shook his head.
