True Evil

them, and I'm taking three at once.'

Kaiser didn't look away from the window when he spoke to Alex. 'So you feel like you got active resistance from Webb Tyler?'

Webb Tyler was the SAC of the Jackson field office. It was Tyler that Alex had first approached with her murder theory. 'You could say that. Five minutes after I walked into his office, Tyler was praying I'd disappear.'

Kaiser tilted his head to one side, as though looking at something on the ground six floors below. 'I'm sure he was.'

'I also think he started complaining to Mark Dodson about me from that first day.'

'Right again.'

'What do you think, John? Is there anything you can do?'

Kaiser turned from the window at last. 'You need objective evidence of murder. Some kind, any kind.'

'Is there any way that you can expedite autopsies of the victims?'

'Not without on ongoing murder investigation. The local authorities don't even believe that crimes have occurred. How can they invite the FBI into a case that doesn't exist?'

'I know. But I was thinking, Chris may have been injected with some revolutionary drug that's capable of giving people cancer. Why couldn't you classify that as a biological weapon? If you did, couldn't the Bureau investigate it under counterterror rules? Like searching for a weapon of mass destruction?'

Kaiser pursed his lips. 'That's actually not a bad idea. But it's too soon. Again, we have no evidence that such a drug exists.'

'We have the injection site on Chris's body.'

'That could be anything. You'd have to isolate the compound from his blood.'

'Can we try that?'

'We don't know what to look for,' Chris croaked. 'A radioactive metal? A retrovirus? A toxin? Is it even traceable?'

Kaiser nodded dejectedly. 'And who's going to do that for us?'

'Fuck!' Alex shouted. 'I'm sick of having my hands tied!'

'Pete Connolly will start testing me if I fly up to Sloan-Kettering,' Chris told them. 'Maybe he could isolate something.'

'I want to see it,' Kaiser said.

'What?' asked Alex.

'The injection site.'

'Are you serious?'

'I've see a lot worse in my time.'

Alex looked at Chris. He felt cold sweat pouring down his face. 'What the hell?' he said. 'You can look if you want.'

Kaiser glanced at Alex. 'Give us a minute?'

She went into the bathroom without a word.

Chris got slowly to his feet, dropped his pants, then lay down on his stomach.

Kaiser checked him as professionally as a physician. 'Okay, Doctor. I'm done.'

'Well?' said Chris, slowly pulling his pants back up.

'Do you have any history of drug abuse, Dr. Shepard?'

'None.'

The FBI agent looked deep into his eyes. 'Do you believe your wife is capable of murder?'

Chris sat on the edge of the bed. Another wave of nausea was coming. 'I didn't at first. But I didn't think she was capable of cheating on me, either. And there are some gaps in her past that I know nothing about. Also…'

'What?'

'I adopted my son. My wife's biological son. Ben has only known me for a couple of years, but if you gave him a choice about where to live after a divorce, he'd choose me over his biological mother. What does that tell you?'

'A lot, if you're right.'

Kaiser called toward the bathroom, 'Alex?'

She came out, a questioning look on her face. 'Do you believe me now?'

He reached out and took hold of her hand. 'I believe you because I believe in you. But I'm not sure anyone else would.'

'Is there anything you can do to help?'

'At the very least, I can pull some strings and get local surveillance on Andrew Rusk.'

'Will Webb Tyler allow that?'

Kaiser snorted. 'Tyler's not too popular with his own agents. I can think of a few who would help out, as a favor to me. I can't do anything that will put me on the Bureau radar, but I can get you license plates, background checks, that kind of thing. I just have to do it through the New Orleans field office.'

'I appreciate that, John. But those are baby steps. These guys have been killing people for years, and knowing about my involvement hasn't even slowed them down.'

Kaiser's jaw muscles flexed. 'This is going to sound cold, but that's a good thing. If they went to ground now, we'd probably never get them. The best thing we can do right now is poke Andrew Rusk with a sharp stick. I'll do my part. I'm going to find out everything there is to know about that asshole. Tear apart every company he's even remotely associated with. Anybody in business with him is going to hate him within two days.'

Alex's face flushed with hope.

Kaiser walked over to Chris and looked down. 'I want you to get that chemotherapy, Doctor. There's nothing else you can do to help this investigation. Your only job is to survive.'

Chris wanted to respond, but at that moment he doubled over the trash can and began to dry-heave.

Kaiser led Alex into the other room. Chris could hear their voices, but he couldn't make out individual words. As though compelled by some will outside himself, he pulled back the bedclothes, crawled into the bed, and pulled the sheet up to his neck. By the time Alex returned, he could hardly make out what she was saying.

'Chris? Should I take you to the hospital?'

He shook his head. 'No…just need to rest. Kaiser…?'

'He's gone.'

She stared down at him, her expression vacillating between concern and outright fear. She's lost too much, he realized. She doesn't want me to go to sleep…doesn't want to be alone-

'Is someone taking care of Ben?' she asked.

'Mrs. Johnson,' he whispered. 'Number…her number's in my cell phone.'

'I'll call her. You sleep. I'll be watching over you.'

She took hold of his shivering hand and squeezed. Chris squeezed back with what strength he could muster. Then, like a mountain of storm clouds sweeping over a tiny boat, the shadows took him.

Chris awoke in the dark to the chirp of his cell phone. He blinked several times, his dry eyes burning, then turned to the right. He saw a bar of artificial light where the curtains didn't quite meet. In its faint pink glow, he saw Alex lying asleep on the other bed. She was wearing a shirt but no pants. He scrabbled on the night table until he found his phone.

'Hello?' he said, his mouth sour with vomit.

'Chris?' A frantic female voice.

'Mrs. Johnson?'

'It's Thora! Where are you?'

'Um…Jackson.'

'Jackson! You left Ben with Mrs. Johnson, and she had no idea where you were!'