Silent Awakening. Elaine Barbieri
“Oh, I didn’t realize you’re a conspiracy theorist.”
“I don’t like labels, Detective. I find them inaccurate and limiting, and you’ve just done me the favor of proving my point. No, I’m not a conspiracy theorist, but I have spoken several times to the Director of Manderling Pharmaceuticals, the British lab working with Candoxine and, as you probably read in my report, I’m satisfied that all the necessary precautions were taken to isolate the drug. There’s no way it could’ve been removed from the lab by accident.”
“Since you’re the U.S. expert on Candoxine, I suppose I have to take your word for it.”
“Drug development is a risky, painstaking and expensive business,” Natalie said even more coldly. “Hundreds of millions of dollars are spent with no guarantee of success, making protection of the developmental process an integral component in the successful approval of any drug, Detective, but you can check out Manderling Pharmaceuticals’ procedures yourself if you doubt me.”
“Oh, I believe you. I wouldn’t expect that someone like you wouldn’t have done your homework.”
Blood rushed to Natalie’s face. “Someone like me?”
“Right…an expert.” Tomasini continued, “It just seems to me that you don’t fully comprehend the complexities of the scenario you’ve created.”
“I’ve created? I had no part in creating this scenario. The only part I played was in uncovering it.”
“Oh, right again. I did fail to give you credit there, didn’t I?”
“I’m not looking for credit, Detective. I’ve only done my job.”
“I suppose.”
Natalie said flatly, “Whatever. As far as I’m concerned, it’s a moot point. As Dr. Gregory said, the rest is up to you.”
Deliberately dismissing the detective with a turn of her back, Natalie smiled at Dr. Gregory and said, “Please let me know if I can do anything to facilitate the formalities. I won’t be flying back to Atlanta until tomorrow and I’d be pleased to help.”
“That’s very generous of you, Natalie.” Natalie noted that Dr. Gregory’s smile dropped a notch in intensity when he turned to Tomasini, offering his hand as he said, “I’ll send a report to your office as soon as possible, Detective. Other than that, I suppose we’re finished here. I’m sorry your partner couldn’t be here today. I know you both must be anxious to begin your investigation. I wish you luck.”
Appearing unaffected by the hostility he had created, Tomasini shook the hands offered him and replied, “It’s not goodbye, doc. I have a feeling you’ll all be seeing a lot more of me around here before we’re finished with this case.”
Dr. Ruberg watched as the detective left, closing the door behind him. She slipped her arm through Natalie’s and turned her toward the office door as the other doctors took up behind them. She leaned toward Natalie to comment softly, “That detective looks like a sharp individual to me, even if he is a little hostile. Damned sexy, too. I have to admit, if I were a few years younger, I might do my best to make him feel welcome when he returned.”
Momentarily speechless, Natalie stared at Dr. Ruberg. Stunned at the unexpected twinkle in the woman’s eye, she gasped, “You can’t mean that. The man’s a Neanderthal!”
Dr. Ruberg’s only reply was an amused twist of her lips as she drew Natalie toward the door.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, you want me to stay in NYC for a while, George?”
The pride in her supervisor’s familiar voice rang brightly over the telephone line, twisting Natalie’s stomach into knots as he continued, “I don’t know what you said or how you conducted yourself during the testing, dear, but it appears everyone you dealt with was very impressed with you. Dr. Gregory informs me that he’s expecting some pressure from the media as the result of your findings, and he freely admits that neither he nor his colleagues are familiar enough with Candoxine to competently handle questions. He’s asked if I could lend you to them for an indefinite period to function as the U.S. expert on the drug.”
Natalie silently groaned. It was just past 6:00 p.m. A few minutes earlier, she had been sitting slumped on the edge of the bed in her hotel room, consoling herself that within two days she had accomplished everything she had come to the city for and that the worst was over. She was acutely aware that the worst included her introduction to the exasperating Detective Tomasini. She was somehow embarrassed to admit even to herself that the obnoxious detective had played a large part in her having been anxious when she had entered the lab for the final test results that morning, and that his infuriating attitude had almost forced her to lose control. She had been relieved to be going home, but it now appeared that wasn’t going to happen.
Natalie protested, “My being the U.S. expert on Candoxine is a misconception, George, and you know it. I discovered its presence in those liver samples simply by chance.”
“You’re too modest, Natalie.”
Ignoring George’s response, Natalie continued, “I’ll concede that I’ve been in contact with the British lab that developed Candoxine, and have since done some research on its properties, but—”
“Which means you know more about the drug than anybody else in the States does.”
“Yes, but—”
“It’s only a temporary assignment, dear, and it’s a feather in our cap to have your assistance requested.”
“George…”
“Dr. Gregory is expecting that they’ll be asked to cooperate with the investigation when needed and he’d like you to be the liaison with the police department.”
Natalie went still. “You mean I’d be involved in the investigation?”
“As an observer…on an as-needed basis…yes. It’s an excellent opportunity for you.”
“I’d be working with the detectives assigned to the case?”
“You’d be working primarily with the detective who is the principal on the case.”
Oh, no! With her luck, it would be the Neanderthal.
“As I said, it’s only temporary, until the lab is comfortable with the situation.”
“What if I’m not comfortable with the situation, George?”
Natalie could almost see George smile as he said, “I’ve already granted Dr. Gregory your assistance, dear.”
Silence.
“You know we’ll all miss you here, but I’m extremely proud of everything you’ve accomplished, and it gives me great pleasure to see the caliber of CDC personnel recognized.”
Natalie silently groaned. George was proud of her. There was nothing more to say.
“WHAT’S THIS all about?”
Leaving his morning cup of coffee steaming on his desk, Brady strode into Captain Wilthauer’s office and slapped the newspaper down in front of him. The headline glared up at them:
Mysterious Winslow Deaths Suspected Homicides
Captain Wilthauer’s bloodshot eyes rose slowly toward Brady as he replied, “So?”
“Who leaked this to the press? You know damned well we’re not sure about any aspect of this case yet. The poisoning might’ve been accidental.”
“You know what the chances of that are.”
Brady did not respond.
“Look, we’ve sent the food specimens from the Winslow picnic to the lab for testing. As soon as we find out how the Candoxine was ingested by the victims, you and Stansky are on your own. But until then, the public is demanding an answer here,