beginning-to do for animals what could now be done for plants.
Thinking about that reminded him of the meeting scheduled later that day to review the field test results. A waste of time. I already know what the results will be.
“Computer on.”
“I’m here lover.”
“Remind me about the stupid meeting at 1:00 P.M. please.”
“When would you like your reminder darling?”
“12:30”
“Consider it done”
“That’s all. Thank you.”
“Later big fella.”
By the time 9:00 A.M. rolled around, and the lab staff began filing in, Jason had already completed what most would consider a day’s work. He never quite thought in those terms though. Research, for him, wasn’t something done on an hourly or daily schedule. He saw it as a process by which questions were answered, and of course, new ones asked. The fact that every question answered meant several more were created was, for him, one of life’s sweetest miracles. For, as his favorite detective often pointed out, the thrill was in the hunt.
His phone chimed the theme from the Flintstones.
“Hello.”
“Jason, it’s Alison.” Her voice sounded completely stressed out.
“What is it, what’s wrong?”
“It’s Sarah. They’ve just taken her away in an ambulance.”
“Excuse me?”
“She just collapsed. I don’t know what happened. She had started on the pattern recognition part of her testing, and she was fine. The next thing I knew, she was laying on the floor, unconscious.” There was no answer on the other end of the phone. “Jason, Jason are you there!”
“Yes, I’m here, sorry. What did the paramedics say when they took her vital signs?”
“What!”
“The paramedics, what did they say?”
“I don’t know what they said. I don’t remember.”
“Did they try to revive her?”
“Of course they tried. But they couldn’t,” Alison hollered into the phone, her voice breaking into tears. “She looked horrible, Jason. They tried over and over, but she just laid there not responding. They finally took her away.”
“What hospital is she going to?”
“Saint Luke’s.”
“Alison, listen, if you’re all right to drive, I’ll meet you there. If not, I’ll pick you up.”
“No, no that’s all right,” Alison said, trying to compose herself. “I can drive.”
“OK, I’m leaving right away. I’ll see you there.”
“Jason?”
“Yes.”
“I’m really scared.”
“I know. Me too.”
Jason walked in quick measured steps to his car. He said nothing to anyone on his way out. His mind was racing, assessing, considering. His heart had gone in the other direction. It felt as though it had stopped.
8
The Director of Operations for Universal Biotech arrived two hours earlier than usual this morning. He couldn’t get the phrase, be careful what you wish for, out of his mind.
Walking from his car, he held the briefcase handle a little tighter than usual. The field tests were identical in result with what Jason had predicted. Schimmel now had in his possession, information which could turn the biotech world on its head. Hell, this could turn the entire world on its head. The ability to grow crops under almost any conditions, engineering their characteristics at will…the implications were mind boggling. He still could hardly believe it himself.
After the meeting with Jason two months ago, Schimmel had implemented several changes in the assignment of personal to the field tests. By tactically limiting their involvement he had kept the researchers in the dark. While they individually knew how successful their particular areas of the testing had been, for any one of them to understand the true scope of this thing would have been effectively impossible. The fact that these results were somewhat preliminary also helped. While the full results would not become available for another several months, Schimmel knew without doubt what they would show.
It was time for another talk. Jason LaCost was, I.Q. wise, the smartest man Schimmel had ever known. His knowledge of how the world worked, however, was limited. Walking through the doors to his office, the big man thought, Its time he went to school on that one.
*******
Driving to the hospital was interminable. When Jason finally got there, he found Alison’s car already parked in the emergency parking lot. He pulled in a few spaces down from hers and ran to the door.
Part of the dread he felt was for her. These last few months had found them spending more and more time together, while working on Sarah’s affairs. They were becoming, he felt, more than simply colleagues. Although they had never expressed it to each other with a date, or a kiss, it seemed to Jason that Alison felt the same way. His intuitive powers, so far, didn’t extend to affairs of the heart. He was hopeful.
Without realizing it, the resident genius of Universal Biotech had been, for at least a portion of his time, thinking lately of things other than research. It had made him happier. Right now, it was killing him. He approached the desk with the finesse of an offensive lineman.
“I’m looking for a seven-year old girl they just brought in,” he said, concentrating and relaxing at the same time while staring directly into the eyes of the nurse behind the desk.
“Yes sir. Her name?”
Jason turned immediately to his left and started walking towards the double doors opposite him in the waiting area.
Through the doors, turn right at the first hallway, second door on the left, bed 12.
“Sir. Sir, if you could give me her name.”
The nurse calmly stopped talking when Jason went through the double doors. She was not unaccustomed to people being upset. Besides, she expected he’d be back after he got himself lost. The hospital was huge, and after all, she knew where the girl had been taken. He didn’t.
*******
“What do you mean he left?”
For the first time since he’d been here, something had pulled Jason away from his lab. Perhaps that pretty
