“I don't have to be back in the lab until Sunday afternoon. That gives us three days for ourselves.”
The night was clear, and from the chaises on Lily's terrace they could see all the way to where a procession of trawlers, their lights strung like Christmas trees, crossed the dark horizon.
“We need to talk about what happened.”
“You're the silent one,” Lily said. “I don't mind.”
“You had a lot of courage, going to the newspaper.”
“Not really. Five minutes after you left, I knew I didn't have a choice.”
“Why did the story take so long to come out?”
“You're the most impatient person I know!”
“What do you mean?”
“Gail had to check facts and give Vaxtek and St. Gall a chance to return her phone calls. Alan, too.”
She rested her fingers on the back of his hand. “You better stick to law. You don't have the patience to make it as a scientist.”
Seeley said, “Neither does Steinhardt. He couldn't wait for his own results, so he stole yours.”
“What's going to happen to him?”
“In the courts?” It was absurd, but Lily's interest in Steinhardt made him jealous. “Nothing. As much as he wanted to commit perjury, and as close as he came, in the end he didn't.”
“Only because you stopped him. Do you regret that?”
As usual, Lily was at least a step ahead of him. “He won't get his reputation back, but he'll try. Don't be surprised if his lawyer calls and offers to put your name next to Steinhardt's on the AV/AS patent.”
“If he does, will you be my lawyer?”
“Sure,” Seeley said. The thought of helping to attach Lily's name to her discovery pleased him. “The Patent Office also has a procedure for removing a person's name from a patent and replacing it with the name of the true inventor. Yours.”
Lily sipped at the jasmine tea that she had brought out to the balcony, but said nothing.
Seeley said, “Think about it.”
“I know you can't understand, but there's a part of me that still feels loyal to Alan.” After a long moment, she said, “Do it. Don't wait for his lawyer to come to us. Go to the Patent Office and do it.”
Seeley knew that there would be no opposition from Vaxtek or St. Gall. Follow-up stories had appeared under Odum's byline and there were others in the national press, but the news of Dusollier's arrest had shut down any plans that the two companies might have had to question Lily's part in the discovery of AV/AS. They now had other battles to fight in the press. This morning's Chronicle article had mentioned Lily's role in only a single paragraph, and by the time indictments started coming in and the prosecutions got under way, she would be forgotten.
Seeley said, “What are you going to do next?”
“There've been some phone calls. E-mails. A few of them look serious.”
“Any of them interesting?”
“One from Rockefeller University in New York. It's where I got my doctorate. Another from the Scripps Institute in La Jolla.”
“Why do I hope you'll choose the Atlantic over the Pacific?”
“There's also a nonprofit in Illinois, near Carbondale, that's talking about giving me my own lab. It's small, but it's well funded. I'm visiting there next week.”
Seeley felt the same panicky flutter in his stomach as when he was on the phone with Mrs. Rosziak and imagined the collapse of the Ellicott Square Building. This was a new feeling for him. He knew that he had no claim on Lily, but why did the thought of losing her make him feel this way?
She took his hand in hers.
Seeley said, “What's it like for you, looking at the ocean every day and knowing that your home is on the other side?”
“What was it like for you to look at all those bottles of beer lined up on the wall at Barbara's Fish Trap?”
“I could always take a drink. But I won't. Just like you won't go back to China.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I'm not sure,” Seeley said. “I'm thinking about moving back to New York.” He let her fingers interlace his.
“What about San Francisco? Your brother's here.”
Seeley shook his head.
“Are the two of you close?”
The seriousness in her voice forced Seeley to think about the answer, and he realized that, as much as he might want to obliterate it, the bond between Leonard and him would be there forever. “Like two peas in a pod.”
“What's going to happen to him?”
“If the government indicted people for being cowards, Leonard would need to hire a lawyer. He knew about the collusion. But nothing will happen.” Nothing, Seeley thought, unless he knew of the plan to murder Pearsall.
Neither of them spoke for what seemed like minutes, and then Lily slipped her fingers from Seeley's. “Have you talked with him since the trial?”
“No.”
“Where does he live?”
“Atherton.”
“It's only a thirty-minute drive.” As she spoke, Lily moved her head slowly from side to side. “You weren't planning to say goodbye to him, were you?”
Seeley frowned.
“You need to do that.”
“I'll think about it.”
“No,” she said, “I mean now.”
“Why?”
“How many big brothers does he have?” Her face came close to his. “I'll still be here when you get back.”
“I don't even know if he's home.”
“Come back as soon as you can.” She kissed him lightly on the lips. “We'll watch the fog come in.”
Water spun from sprinklers on Leonard's lawn, draining into pools on the black pavement. The now-familiar scent of eucalyptus, field grass, and wood smoke reminded Seeley of the pumped-in perfume at a suburban mall. He preferred the yeasty scents of San Francisco, the iodine smell of the ocean.
Leonard must have heard the car because he was at the door.
“I'm glad you came.” He had an open bottle of beer in his hand. Behind him, lights burned in the living room and a fire blazed in the huge stone fireplace. “I wish you'd called. Renata's on rounds.”
Seeley followed his brother into the room.
“She won't be more than half an hour.”
It struck Seeley that Leonard lied even when he had nothing to gain.
“Do you want a drink? Beer? I can get you something stronger.”
“I just came to say goodbye.”
“Stay until Renata gets back. You're part of the family. She'll want to see you.”
“Why do you keep pressing that button, Len?”
Leonard shook off the question. “Well, then, take a good look.” He threw his arms wide to encompass the glass-walled room. “This is the last you're going to see of the place. The bank will let us stay for another two, three months, but the equity's gone.”
When Seeley looked at Vaxtek's stock price that afternoon, it was down more than forty percent. It might rise a few points on Monday, when the two companies announced the settlement of their lawsuit, but Leonard had bought on margin, and his account had to be wiped out by now.
“Still, with Renata's salary and mine, we're fine. The company, too. We're shutting down Steinhardt's lab-no one's seen him since that newspaper article-but we have other products in the pipeline.”
