the calligraphic forms she knew, then in several she made up on the spot. 'Horner.' Somehow the cantankerous, eccentric computer genius was involved in what was going on. The notion fit too well, made too much sense. But how? There really was only one person who could help her find out.
Another minute of speculation, and she called William Zimmermann.
Fifteen minutes later, she was on her way through the tunnel to the Omnicenter when Tom Engleson entered from the cutoff to the surgical building. 'Hi, ' she said, searching his face for a clue as to how he was handling the abortive end to their evening together. 'H'lo, ' his voice was flat. She slowed, but continued walking. — 'Going to the Omnicenter?'
Tom nodded. 'I have a clinic in twenty minutes.'
'You all right?'
'Yeah, sure. Great.'
'Tom, I-'
'Look, Kate, it's my problem, not yours.'
'Dr. Engleson, you weren't exactly alone on the couch last night, ' she whispered, glancing about to ensure that none of the tunnel traffic was too close. 'I feel awful about giving out such mixed messages.
But you are an incredibly comfortable and understanding man. With all the trouble at the hospital I'm afraid I just allowed myself to hide out in your arms. It was wrong and unfair-more so because I really care very much for you. I'm sorry, Tom.'
They reached the stairwell leading up to the Omnicenter. 'Wait, ' Tom said. 'Please.' He guided her to a small alcove opposite the staircase.
'You know, considering the nature of the Metro grapevine, we'll probably be an item by…' Two nurses chattered past them and up the stairs.
'Hell, ' she said, following them with her eyes, 'we most likely are already.'
'Do you really mean that, about caring for me?'
'Tom, I love my husband very much. We've had some trouble getting our lives back in sync since the election, but my feelings for him haven't changed. Still, you're very special to me. Believe me, if my home situation, my marriage, were any different, we would have been lovers last night.'
'Yeah? ' The muscles in his face relaxed, and some measure of energy returned to his voice. 'Yes, ' she said. Tom Engleson might have been nine years Jared's junior, but they still had much in common, including, it now appeared, the need for strong reassurance about such things. 'I said it last night, and I'll say it again. Jared is a very lucky man.'
Acceptance had replaced the strain in Tom's voice. 'I know, ' Kate said.
'Tom, seriously, thank you for not making it any harder for me. Between the wretched business with Bobby Geary, the disappearance of my chemist, and some incredible crap from Norton Reese, I feel like I need all the friends-all the help-I can get.'
She glanced at her watch. 'Say, do you have a few minutes?'
'Sure, why?'
'I'm going to see Bill Zimmermann to discuss the Ashburton Foundation.
I'd love to have you come along if you can.'
'Rocket Bill? I do have a little time if you think he wouldn't mind.'
'Hardly, ' Kate said. 'He knows how much help you've been to me through all this. Okay?'
During the four-flight climb, Tom reviewed for her the protocols for patient care in the Omnicenter. On arrival, both new and returning patients met with a specially trained female intake worker, who blackened in the appropriate spaces in a detailed computer-readable history sheet. Medications, menstrual history, new complaints, and side effects of any treatment were carefully recorded. The worker then slid the history sheet into a computer terminal on her desk, and in thirty seconds or less, instructions as to where the patient was to go next would appear on the screen along with, if necessary, what laboratory tests were to be ordered. 'Do you feel the system is a bit impersonal?'
Kate asked. 'You're a patient here. Do you?'
'No, not really, I guess, ' she said. 'I can remember when a visit to the gynecologist consisted of sitting for an hour in a ten-foot-square waiting room with a dozen other women, having my name called out, stripping in a tiny examining room, and finally having the doctor rush in, thumbing through my chart for my name, and then as often as not telling me to put my heels in the stirrups before he even asked why I was there.'
'See, ' Tom laughed, 'no system is perfect. But seriously, the one here is damn good. It frees me up to do a careful exam and to answer as many questions as my patients have.'
The system might be great, Kate thought, but something, somewhere inside it, was rotten. Something was killing people. Large, colored numbers marked each floor. The 3, filling half a wall at the third-floor landing, was an iridescent orange. Kate reached for the handle of the door to the corridor, but then stopped, turned to Tom, and kissed him gently on the cheek. 'Thank you for last night, my friend, ' she said.
Tom accepted the kiss and then squeezed her hand and smiled. 'If you need anything at all, and I can do it or get it, you've got it, ' he said. William Zimmermann greeted Kate warmly and Tom with some surprise.
It was clear from his expression and manner that he was concerned about anything that might affect the reputation of the Omnicenter, including involvement of one of the Ashburton Service senior residents. Kate sought immediately to reassure him. 'Bill, as you know, Dr. Engleson's been an enormous help to me in sorting all this out. He knows, as do I, the importance of absolute discretion in discussing these matters with anyone.'
'You've spoken to no one at all about this? ' Zimmermann asked Tom. 'No, sir. Only K… only Dr. Bennett.'
'Good. Well, sit down, sit down both of you.'
'I'll try not to take up too much of your time, ' Kate began, 'but I want to keep you abreast of what has been happening since we talked yesterday.'
'You were concerned about the Ashburton Foundation.'
'Exactly. You know how upset I was with Redding Pharmaceuticals after they bribed my chemist. Well-' Zimmermann stopped her with a raised hand. 'Kate, please, ' he said, with an edge of irritation she had never heard before. 'I told you how I felt about the situation with the chemist. I believe that you believe, but no more than that.' He turned to Tom. 'Do you have any personal knowledge of this chemist, Toole?'
Tom thought for a moment and then shook his head. 'No, not really.'
'All right, then, ' Zimmermann said. 'Substantiated facts.'
Kate took a breath, nodded, and settled herself down by smoothing out a pleat in her charcoal gray skirt. 'Sorry, Bill. Okay, here's a substantiated fact.' She passed a telephone number across to him. 'It's the number of the Ashburton Foundation in Washington, DC. At one time, maybe seven or eight years ago, the foundation was located in Darlington, Kentucky, the same town as Redding Pharmaceuticals. I tried calling them yesterday, several times, but all I got was a stammering receptionist who promised I would hear from a Dr. James Thompson, the director, as soon as he returned to the office. I never heard. Then this morning, I went to see Norton Reese and asked to see the Ashburton Foundation files. You would have thought I asked to read his diary. He refused and then exploded at me.'
'Did he give any reason for refusing? ' Tom asked. Kate shook her head.
'Not really. He seemed frightened of me. Scared stiff.'
'Kate, ' Zimmermann asked, fingering the paper she had given him, 'just what is it you're driving at? ' The edge was still in his voice. Even before she spoke, she sensed her theory would not sit well with the Omnicenter director. Still, there was no way to back off. 'Well, I think Redding Pharmaceuticals may be investing money in hospitals-or at least this hospital-and using the Ashburton Foundation as some kind of front, sort of a middle man.'
Zimmermann's pale eyes widened. 'That's absurd, ' he said, 'absolutely absurd. What would they have to gain?'
'I'm not certain. I have an idea, but I'm not certain. Furthermore, I think Norton Reese knows the truth.'
'Well?'
Substantiated facts. Suddenly, Kate wished she had taken more time, prepared herself more thoughtfully. Then she remembered Ellen. Time was, she felt certain, running out for her friend. With that reality, nothing else really mattered. She girded herself for whatever Zimmermann's response was to be and pushed on. 'I don't think
