Art home: I can't have people waving guns around. I told you the other evening how important you are to this firm, how much we need you more than ever now, and what do you do? Snoop around, antagonize one of my partners, put the firm in jeopardy.' Gil was red now. I had never seen him so angry.
'Someone tried to kill me last night,' I said flatly.
'What?'
'Someone shot at me, just outside my apartment. They only just missed.'
Gil paused, at a loss for what to say. Then he spoke in a low, determined voice.
'You have your problems, Simon, and I have mine. You do what you have to do, and I'll do the best I can to ensure this firm survives. But I don't think you can be of any further help to the rest of us. As of this moment, you are suspended from this firm until further notice. Please leave the building. Now.'
'But Gil-'
'I said now!' Gil stood up, and leaned forward, his hands on his desk, his whole body shaking.
'OK,' I said. 'I'm going'
28
I walked home looking over my shoulder. There was someone following me, a blonde woman in jeans and a padded jacket. She was about thirty yards behind me, making no real effort to stay hidden. A policewoman, I presumed, although it annoyed me that I couldn't be sure. I turned and waved at her. She stopped, lit a cigarette, and watched me.
My emotions were a turmoil. My confrontation with Art had played havoc with my already frayed nerves. Having an angry alcoholic waving a pistol in my face had scared the hell out of me. Art was unstable and dangerous, certainly to himself, probably to me.
But I also felt angry with Gil. I understood his point of view. Going through your colleague's desk was not something that he expected of his people. Revere was in severe trouble, and I wasn't helping much. He had been decent to me, and I had let him down.
But Gil's support was important to me. He had trusted me when others hadn't, given me his backing when I needed it most. He was a decent man, and I respected him. And now he wanted nothing more to do with me.
I didn't know whether Gil would have me back. I enjoyed working at Revere, and I didn't want to leave, especially not this way. A month ago, Revere had meant everything to me. It was still important: a link with an untroubled past. The future didn't look good. No wife, no job, and unless I was very careful, a bullet in the head. I couldn't afford to sit around. I had to get whoever had killed Frank and John before they got me. Only then could I hope to get my life back into some kind of order.
When I arrived home the light on my answering machine was flashing. For a foolish second I thought it might be Lisa. It wasn't.
'Hi, Simon, it's Kelly.' Her voice, usually strong and confident, was subdued. 'I called you at work, but they said you'd left for the day. I'd like to talk to you if I can. Give me a call.'
I dialled Boston Peptides' number straight away, and was soon put through. Kelly wouldn't say what she wanted to talk about. We agreed to meet for lunch at a cafe near Harvard Square, safely out of reach of her work colleagues.
It was a vegetarian establishment, infested by students. Although I was early, Kelly was already waiting outside, nervously smoking a cigarette. We muttered greetings and then joined the end of the queue at the food counter in silence. I chose a salad, and Kelly some kind of quiche, and we sat down at the only free table.
Kelly pulled out a cigarette, and then put it away again before the waiter had a chance to assault her. 'I shouldn't have come,' she said.
'I'm glad you did.'
'Lisa wouldn't want me to talk to you. Neither would Henry.'
'You must have a good reason.'
'I think I have.'
I waited. Kelly picked at her quiche.
'Lisa's in a bad way, and she holds you responsible.'
'I know.'
'I've been thinking a lot about it,' Kelly said, 'and I'm not sure she's right. I kind of trust you. And I think you should know what Lisa was worried about. What got her fired. I don't care what you do with the information as long as you don't use it against Lisa. Or me. You never heard any of this from me, OK?'
'OK,' I nodded.
As soon as BioOne took over Boston Peptides, Lisa wanted to get hold of some of the data on neuroxil-5. She wanted to see if she could use it in her work with Parkinson's.'
'So Henry Chan told me,' I said. 'But he didn't tell me much more.'
'At first Enema said no way. He runs everything with total secrecy, no one is allowed to know anything unless they absolutely have to. But Lisa can be pretty persuasive.'
I smiled.
'Somehow she got through to Enema. But he was very careful what data he would let her see. It was mostly just some of the early animal experiments, on aged rats.'
Kelly took a bite of her quiche. I waited while she chewed.
'The information was pretty useless, but it was all Lisa could get. As she studied it, she noticed something than Enema seemed to have missed.'
'What was that?'
'Several months after taking the neuroxil-5, quite a few of the rats died.'
I raised my eyebrows. Kelly saw it. 'Nothing wrong in that. Old rats die. It's kind of what you'd expect. Except that a higher number than usual died of strokes.'
'Strokes? Do rats get strokes?'
'Rats get many of the same kinds of diseases that we do. Especially in laboratories.'
'I see.'
'Do you know what a stroke is?' Kelly asked.
'Some kind of blood clot in the brain, isn't it?'
'Yes, it can be caused by that, or by the opposite, a haemorrhage in the brain. It can lead to paralysis, or death.'
'So this was serious?'
'Maybe.'
'What do you mean, maybe? If all these rats died of strokes, doesn't that make neuroxil-5 lethal?'
'It's not that easy. Most of the rats survived, or died of natural causes. It's just that a slightly higher proportion than usual died of strokes.'
'But Lisa thought this was significant?'
'She did. At first she spoke to Henry about it. He told her to talk to Enema. Which she did.'
I could see where this was going. 'And he said there was nothing wrong.'
'That's right. He said that Lisa's observations weren't statistically significant. When she asked for more data to check whether this was a real problem, Enema refused to give it to her. He said that it had been thoroughly analysed and there was nothing to be worried about.'
'But that didn't satisfy Lisa?'
Kelly smiled. 'You know her. She wouldn't be satisfied until she had seen the data itself. When Enema still refused to show it to her, she more or less called him a liar. She accused him of not checking the numbers carefully enough.'
'So he fired her?'
'Not surprisingly,' said Kelly.
It didn't surprise me at all. I knew that she had given Henry Chan a similarly difficult time over the years, but he had much more patience than Enever. I now understood why he felt that Lisa wouldn't fit into the new BioOne
