people were in place, and the finances had been worked out, but no formal testing programs had been started.'
'Yes, of course. I remember now. You should go easy on that cognac so early in the day, my friend. It's terrible on the digestion. In the course of your dealings in Boston, did you by chance run into a woman pathologist named Bennett, first name Kathryn, or Kate?'
Paquette shook his head. He had set his coffee aside, no longer finding reassurance in the warm, velvety swallows. 'Reese keeps me away from as many people as possible.' He smiled and whispered, 'I think he's ashamed of me.'
Redding enjoyed the humor. 'Such a reaction would be typical of the man, wouldn't it. He lacks the highly advanced abilities to appreciate and respect. With him, a person is to be either controlled or feared — none of the subtleties in between.'
'Exactly.' Paquette was impressed, but not surprised, by the insight. As far as he knew, Redding had had but one direct contact with the Metropolitan Hospital administrator, but for the Warlock, one was usually enough. 'What about this Dr. Bennett?'
'She has begun investigating the Omnicenter in connection with two unusual deaths she has autopsied. The women in question had similar blood and reproductive organ disease, and both were Omnicenter patients.'
'So are a fair percentage of all the women in Boston, ' Paquette said.
'Have you talked to our people?'
'Carl called me. Both women have participated at various times in our work, but never with the same product. The Omnicenter connection appears to be a red herring.'
'Unfortunately, we have other herrings in that building which are 'That is precisely my concern, ' Redding said, 'and now yours. I have sent instructions to Reese that he is to find a way to divert young Dr.
Bennett's interest away from our facility. He seems to think he can do so. However, I have had my sources do some checking on this woman, and I tell you, Norton Reese is no match for her, intellectually or in strength of character.'
'He would be the last to admit that.'
'I agree.' Redding opened a manila folder he had apparently placed on the coffee table prior to Paquette's arrival. 'Here are copies for you of all the information we have obtained thus far on the woman. I want you to go to Boston and keep tabs on things. Do not show yourself in any way without checking with me first. Meet with our Omnicenter people only if absolutely necessary.'
'Yes, sir.'
'There is a small item in that report which may be of some help to us.
Bennett's father-in-law heads the law firm that handles the Metropolitan Hospital account, as well as some of the Northeast business of the Tiny Tummies line of breakfast cereals. Although the connection 1S not generally known, Tiny Foods is a subsidiary of ours. The man's name is Winfield Samuels. From all I can tell, he's a businessman. Paquette nodded. Coming from Cyrus Redding, the appellation 'businessman' was the highest praise. It meant the man was, like Redding himself, a pragmatist who would not allow emotions to cloud his handling of an issue. 'Do you have any idea of what Reese has in mind to deal with the doctor?'
'No, except that Carl Horner says he seems quite sure of himself. 'If that's the case, ' Paquette said, 'I should be back in just a few days.'
Redding smiled benignly. 'I told you how I perceive the Bennettreese matchup, Arlen, ' he said. 'I've had reservations made for you at the Ritz. Open-ended reservations.'
METRO DOC LABELS BOBBY JUNKIE.
The layout editor of the Herald had, it seemed, dusted off type that had not been used since D-Day. The paper lay on the living room floor, along with the Globe and Roscoe, who was keeping an equal distance between himself and both his masters. It was still afternoon, but the mood and the dense overcast outside made the hour feel much later The calls had begun at two that morning and had continued until Jared unplugged their phones at four-thirty. Letters, typed on Kathryn Bennett's stationery and signed by her, had been dropped off at both Boston dailies and all three major television stations sometime during the previous night. The gist of the letters was that, driven by conscience and a sense of duty to the people of Boston, Kate had decided to tell the truth about Bobby Geary. Stan Willoughby, who was mentioned in the letter, and Norton Reese, as Metro administrator, were called immediately by reporters. The pathology chief, not as sharp as he might have been had he not been woken from a sound sleep, confirmed the story, adding that Kate was an honest and highly competent pathologist whom, he was sure, had good reason for doing what she had done. It was not until an hour after speaking with the first newsman that he thought to call her. By then, Kate's line was so busy that it took him almost another hour to get through. Meanwhile, Norton Reese, aided by Marco Sebastian and an emergency session with the hospital computers, had confirmed that there was, in fact, no patient named John Schultz ever treated or tested at Metropolitan Hospital. Reese was careful to add that he knew absolutely nothing of the allegations lodged by Dr. Bennett, whom he described as a brilliant woman with a tendency at times to rebel against traditional modes of conduct. Questioned for details, he refused further comment.
The house was like a mausoleum. Both Kate and Jared had attempted to go to work for business as usual, but both had been forced by harassing reporters to return home. Over the hours that followed, they sat, drapes closed, ignoring the periodic ring of the front doorbell. The telephones remained disconnected. There was a silence between them chilly enough to offset even the warmth from the wood stove. 'Jared, do you want a cup of coffee?'
'Thanks, but no. Three in an hour and a half is a little over my limit.'
He leaned forward from his easy chair and plucked the Herald from beside Roscoe's nose. Beneath the headline were insert photos of Bobby Geary's parents, along with a quotation from each about Kate, neither the least bit complimentary. 'Goddamn tabloid really knows how to slobber it on,' he said, unable to mask the irritation in his voice. 'Honey, you do believe what I said about not knowing anything about those letters, don't you?'
'Of course I believe you. Why would you think otherwise?'
'No reason, I guess.' The anger she had felt earlier in the day had been greatly muted by frustration and the growing realization that beyond a simple denial and the call for a handwriting analysis of her signature, she had absolutely no cards to play. Even the signature was of doubtful assistance to her claims of innocence. No one had yet come forward with the original letter, and on the photostat she had seen, the signature appeared quite accurate. 'Why would somebody do this? Why? ' Jared seemed to be talking as much to himself as to her, but it was clear that in his mind, confusion and doubt remained. 'You say that Yoda and this Detective Finn were the only two besides you who knew about the amphetamines?'
'I said as far as I knew they were. Reese has it in for me, and he has his finger in just about every pie in Metro. He could have found out somehow, and…' She shrugged and shook her head. 'I don't think much of the man, but I can't imagine him doing a thing like this.'
'You know, Kate, you could have told me you were going to fake Geary's autopsy report. I mean, I am your husband.'
Kate glared at him. 'Jared, the three of us decided that nobody else should know. Call Mrs. Willoughby or Mrs. Finn and ask if their husbands told them. Do you share all the inner secrets of your work with me?'
'You never ask.'
'Give me a break, will you? Listen, I know you're upset. You are a public figure, and directly or indirectly, you're getting negative press. But don't go blaming me, Jared. I didn't do anything.'
Jared rose, shuffled to the stove, and began stoking embers that were already burning quite nicely. 'I spoke with my father this morning, ' he said over his shoulder. 'My God, Winfield must be absolutely fried over all this. Do you think it would help matters if I called him?'
'He thinks you should call a press conference and admit that you sent the letters.'
'What?'
'It's his feeling that as things stand, it looks like you performed an act of conscience, and then I talked you out of owning up to it.'
'So my father-in-law wants me to lie in public to keep his protege from losing any votes.'
Jared slammed the poker against the stove door. 'Dammit, you already did lie. That's what caused all this trouble in the first place.'
Kate felt herself about to cry. 'I did what I thought was the kindest and fairest thing I could do for that boy
