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tripled.”

“What does that mean?” Darlene asked.

“It means that if these insects exist in the natural world, they would probably have more egg-laying capacity than any creature on the planet. The fecundity of these termites suggests they could cause a very serious environmental imbalance.”

“So, do you think it’s a mutation?” Lou asked.

“No … I don’t,” Humphries stated. “If this were a naturally occurring mutation, at some point I, or one of my colleagues, would have seen these insects in the wild. Their breeding would be massive and impossible to contain. We’re talking a major shift to Mother Nature’s already tenuous balance. I think these insects were engineered in a controlled environment.”

“Engineered? How?” Darlene asked.

“My guess is radiation,” Humphries said. “I’d have to run some tests on the samples you brought, but my bet is I’ll find high levels of ionizing radiation that produced an abundance of free radicals within the termite’s cell structures.”

“You think somebody mutated these termites to increase their size and egg-laying capacity?”

Humphries nodded. “I do. And I further suspect that the radiation and hybridized breeding resulted in the mutation that altered the termites’ natural diet. I think that’s how these herbivores became flesh-eaters.”

“Why would anybody want to breed a termite that produces more eggs?” Lou wondered aloud. He looked over at Darlene and saw that she had turned pale.

“Lou,” she said, “the corn. You told me it was bigger than a normal ear and had a lot more kernels on it, too.” She pointed to the jar of termites. “What if that’s how they’re growing corn like that?”

Lou understood immediately. “Oliver,” he said. “Could the DNA from this termite be inserted into the nucleus of a corn seed?”

“Of course,” Humphries said. “The DNA transfection process would allow cross-breeding with any number of species.”

“What would you call corn that was cross-bred to include the DNA of a mutated termite?”

The entomologist laughed at the notion. “I don’t know what I’d call it,” he answered. “But I know what it isn’t.”

“What’s that?” Darlene asked.

“It isn’t corn,” he said.

CHAPTER 42

While waiting for Joey to emerge from the staff entrance to Millie’s, Lou checked over the large piece of equipment Oliver Humphries had lent him. The ground-penetrating radar system looked like a jogger’s stroller, minus the canvas seat where the infant would go. It had a twenty-inch front wheel and two twenty-four-inch rear wheels, making the contraption reasonably easy to transport. The 270 megahertz antenna was encased inside a bread box-sized container and secured to the underside of the carriage. The antenna was capable of broadcasting subsurface images to an eight-inch display screen mounted between the handlebars.

Perfect for locating termite tunnels.

Humphries felt confident that a single termite tower did not preclude the possibility of there being others nearby. In fact, the tattooed entomologist thought it strange that only a single tower existed in a given area. If these termites had escaped from a lab where they’d been radiated, as Humphries believed to be the case, then there should be a ventilation shaft connecting the isolated mound to the rest of the colony.

The Macrotermes bellicosus species were strange, almost mystical creatures. Their huge towers, Humphries had explained, did not provide habitation for the colony. Instead, scientists believed the elaborate Tolkeinesque structures were built for the thermoregulation vital for growing the fungus essential to their diet. The ground-penetrating radar might not provide answers to any perplexing questions, but it would help to find other mounds by detecting the subsurface ventilation shafts joining one colony to another.

Lou was leaning against the machine, rereading the manual, when Joey slammed open the screen door and, blinking against the glare, bounded into the bright early afternoon sun. He looked dressed for a safari-tan khaki shorts, knee-high socks, and a wide-brimmed sun hat. Lou was pleased to see that he had been taking good care of his surgically repaired hand.

“Hey, big guy,” Lou said, “that wound dressing looks great.”

Joey’s freckled face crinkled in a broad grin. “Millie and Tommy, the head chef, drove me back yesterday to have the thumb checked again. It looks really scary, all black and blue and greenish, but Dr. Kurdi says it’s doing terrific and that it’s going to work as good as my other one. So, what’s that thing?”

“It’s a device to help me locate other termite mounds,” Lou said, pausing before adding, “if there are any others.”

“Well, I hope you pumped up the tires real good, because it’s a few miles’ walk from here to the mound- maybe four.”

Lou sighed, pulled off his Nationals cap to wipe sweat from his brow, and looked out at the shimmering heat rising up off the road.

“Four miles, eh? Can’t we just drive there?”

“I only know how to get there by walking,” Joey said.

“Do we need a map?”

“Wouldn’t know where to look on it. The directions are all up here.” He tapped his forehead with his good hand. “One of the things I really enjoy doing is exploring the cornfields.”

“And you think you can find the mound by walking?” Lou grunted as he pushed the cart hard enough to build up some momentum.

Joey marched ahead as they passed the Dorm and then left the vinyl-sided apartments behind.

“I spent two years walking every bit of the cornfields,” Joey said, loud enough not to have to turn his head. “Acres and acres and acres. That’s how I found my special termites. I know these fields like the back of my hand.” He held up his heavily bandaged arm and laughed.

Lou imagined how difficult it was going to be pushing the contraption through the deeply furrowed fields.

So much for AA’s golden admonition not to project.

He recalled Joey’s obsession with knot tying and Millie’s acknowledgment that he got fixated on certain things. As Lou trudged along, grateful for all the hours he spent training in the ring and on the bags, he hoped Joey’s navigation obsession also included the shortest and easiest route to get to where they wanted to be.

Forty-five minutes later, Lou’s sweat-drenched T-shirt was plastered to his chest like a second skin. Of all the cornfields Joey took him through, this one was proving especially difficult to negotiate. Loose soil and tall stocks from Chester Enterprises’ genetically modified corn crop made for extremely slow going. Joey offered to help push, but there was no way Lou would risk anything happening to the thumb he had helped to save.

If there was a positive aspect to the difficult and dusty passage, it was that his attention was largely fixated on moving ahead. Still, thoughts of Darlene were never far from the surface. Between reestablishing himself in the ER, demonstrating his work ethic at Physician Wellness, spending time with Emily, getting to meetings, and working out with Cap, he had precious little opportunity to meet women. AA was famous among its members for having a saying to fit every situation or occasion. The one he liked to fall back on when it came to having a social life, was Time is nature’s way of keeping everything from happening at once.

Unfortunately, there was no saying that applied to what was happening between him and the president’s wife.

As much as Darlene dared, she had decided to confront her husband when he returned from his campaign trip later in the day regarding Double M, Russell Evans, William Chester, the bellicosus termites, and the elusive trainload of corn. Her goal was to set up a meeting between the president and Lou to review the bizarre and sometimes deadly pattern of behavior that Lou had observed among the citizens of Kings Ridge.