The group wound back through the forest. As they marched, Kelly felt numb. Another man gone . . . so suddenly. She hiked past the nest of fire liana vines and eyed them warily. It wasn"t only chemical warfare going on out here, but a savage feeding frenzy, where the strong consumed the weak.
Kelly was glad to reach the campsite with its roaring fires-the warmth, the light. In a small way, the flames were rea.s.suring, temporarily driving back the dark heart of the forest.
She found the eyes of the other teammates upon them. Anna Fong stood with Richard Zane. Frank"s fellow operative, Olin Pasternak, stood near the fires, warming his hands.
Manny quickly explained what they had found. As he talked, Anna covered her mouth with her hand and turned away. Richard shook his head. And as usual, Olin remained his stoic self, staring into the flames.
Kelly barely noticed their reactions. Standing by the campfire, her attention remained focused on Nate and Kouwe. The pair had moved to the side, near Nate"s hammock. From the corner of her eye, she watched them. No words were exchanged between the two men, but she caught the inquiring look on Kouwe"s face. An unspoken question.
Nate answered with a small shake of his head.
With some secret settled between them, Kouwe reached to his pipe and moved a few steps away, clearly needing a moment alone.
Kelly turned, giving the older man his privacy, and found Nate staring at her.
She glanced back to the fires. She felt foolish and oddly frightened. She swallowed and bit her lower lip, remembering the man"s strong arms catching her, saving her. She sensed Nate still staring at her, his gaze like the sun"s heat on her skin. Warm, deep, and tingling.
Slowly the feeling faded.
What was he hiding?
CHAPTER SEVEN.
Data Collection.
AUGUST 12, 6:20 A.M.
LANGLEY VIRGINIA.
Lauren O"Brien was going to be late for work. "Jessie!" she called as she nestled an orange beside a peanut-b.u.t.ter-and-jelly sandwich in a lunch box. "Hon, I need you down here . . . now."The day-care center was a twenty-minute drive out of her way, followed by the usual fight through morning traffic into Langley.
She checked her watch and rolled her eyes. "Marshall!"
"We"re coming," a stern voice answered.
Lauren leaned around the corner. Her husband was leading their granddaughter down the stairs. Jessie was dressed, though her socks didn"t match.Close enough, she thought to herself. She had forgotten what it was like to have a child in the house again. Patterns and schedules had to be altered.
"I can take her to day care," Marshall said, reaching the bottom stairs. "I don"t have a meeting until nine o"clock:"
"No, I can do it:"
"Lauren. . ." He crossed and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "Let me help you:"
She returned to the kitchen and snapped shut the lunch box. "You should get into the office as soon as possible:" She tried to keep the tension out of her voice.
But Marshall heard it anyway. "Jessie, why don"t you get your sweater?"
" "Kay, Grandpa:" The girl skipped toward the front door.
Marshall turned back to Lauren. "Frank and Kelly are fine. If there was any change, we would know it right away"
Lauren nodded, but she kept her back toward him. She did not want Marshall to see the threatening tears. Last night, they had heard about the first Army Ranger being attacked by a crocodile. Then, a few hours past midnight, the phone had rung. From Marshall"s tone as he spoke, Lauren had known it was more bad news. A call this late could only mean one thing-something horrible had happened to either Frank or Kelly. She was sure of it. After Marshall had hung up the phone and explained about the second dead soldier, Lauren had cried with selfish relief. Still, deep inside, a seed of dread had been planted that she could not shake. Twodead . . . how many more? She had been unable to sleep the rest of the night.
"Another two Rangers are being airlifted to their campsite as we speak. They have plenty of protection:"
She nodded and sniffed back tears. She was being foolish. She had spoken with the twins last night.
They were clearly shaken by the tragedy, but both were determined to continue onward.
"They"re tough kids," Marshall said. "Resourceful and cautious. They"re not going to take any foolish chances:"
With her back still turned to her husband, she mumbled, "Foolish chances? They"re out there, aren"t they? That"s foolish enough:"
Marshall"s hands settled on her shoulders. He brushed aside the hair from the back of her neck and kissed her gently. "They"ll be fine," he whispered in her ear calmly.
At fifty-four, Marshall was a striking man. His black-Irish hair was going to silver at the temples. He had a strong jaw, softened by full lips. His eyes, a bluish hazel, caught her and held her.
"Kelly and Frank will be fine," he said succinctly. "Let me hear you say it."
She tried to glance down, but a fingertip moved her chin back up.
"Say it . . . please. For me. I need to hear it, too:"
She saw the glimmer of pain in his eyes. "Kelly and Frank . . . will be fine:" Though her words were muttered, speaking them aloud was some-how rea.s.suring.
"They will be. We raised them, didn"t we?" He smiled at her, the pain fading in hiseyes.
"We sure did:" She slipped her arms around her husband and hugged him.
After a moment, Marshall kissed her on the forehead. "I"ll takeJessie to day care:"
She didn"t object. After giving her grandchild a long hug by the front door, she allowedherself to be guided to her BMW. The forty-minute drive to the Instar Inst.i.tute was a blur. When she arrived, she was glad to grab herbriefcase and head through the cipher-locked doors into the main building. After such adisturbing night, it was good to be busy again, to have something to distract her from her worries.
She crossed to her offices,greeting familiar faces in the hall. The complete immunologyreport was due today, and she was anxious to test Kelly"s theory about an alteration to Gerald Clark"s immune status. Preliminary results, comingpiecemeal, were not terribly helpful. With the degree of cancerous processes ravaging the body, a.s.sessment was difficult.
Reaching her office, Lauren found a stranger standing by her door.
"Good morning, Dr. O"Brien," the man said, holding out a hand. He was no older thantwenty-five, slender, with a shaved head, and dressed in blue scrubs.
Lauren, as head of the MEDEA project, kneweveryone involved on theresearch, but not this man.
"Yes?"
"I"m Hank Alvisio:"
The name rang a bell. Lauren shook his hand while racking her brain.
"Epidemiology," he said, clearly reading her momentary confusion.
Lauren nodded. "Of course, I"m sorry, Dr. Alvisio:" The young man was anepidemiologist out of Stanford. She had never met him in person. His field ofexpertise was the study of disease transmission.
"How can I help you?"
He lifted a manila folder. "Something I"d like you tosee:"
She checked her watch. "I have ameeting with Immunology in about ten minutes:"
"All the more reason you should see this:"
She unlocked her office door with a magnetic ID card and ushered him inside. Switching on the lights, she crossed to her desk and offered Dr. Alvisio a seat on the other side. "What have you got?"
"Something I"ve been working on:" He fiddled through his folder. "I"ve turned up some disturbing data that I wanted to run past you:"
"What data?"
He glanced up. "I"ve been reviewing Brazilian medical records, looking for any other cases similar to Gerald Clark"s:"
"Other people with strange regenerations?"
He grinned shyly. "Of course not. But I was trying to put together an epidemiological a.s.sessment of cancers among those living in the Brazilian rain forests, with particular concentration in the area where Gerald Clark died. I thought maybe, by tracking cancer rates, we could indirectly track where the man had travelled:"
Lauren sat up. This was an intriguing angle, even ingenious. No won-der Dr. Alvisio had been hired. If he could discover a cl.u.s.ter of similar cancers, then it might narrow the search parameters, which in turncould shorten the time Kelly and Frank would need to trek the jungle on foot. "And what did you find?"
"Not what I expected," he said with a worried look in his eyes. "I contacted every city hospital, medical facility, and jungle field clinic in the area. They"ve been sending me data covering the past decade. It"s taken me this long to crunch the information through my computer models:"
"And did you discover any trends in cancer rates in the area?" Lauren asked hopefully.
He shook his head. "Nothing like the cancers seen in Gerald Clark. He seems to be a very unique case:"
Lauren hid her disappointment but could not keep a touch of irritation from entering her voice. "Then what did you discover?"
He pulled out a sheet of paper and pa.s.sed it to Lauren. She slipped on her reading gla.s.ses.
It was a map of northwestern Brazil. Rivers snaked across the region, all draining toward one destination-the Amazon River. Cities and towns dotted the course, most sticking close to channels and waterways. The black-and-white map was dotted with small red X"s.
The young doctor tapped a few of the marks with the tip of a pen.
"Here are all the medical facilities that supplied data. While working with them, I was contacted by a staff doctor at a hospital in the city of Barcellos:" His pen pointed to a township along the Amazon, about two hundred miles upriver from Manaus. "They were having a problem with a viral out-break among the city"s children and elderly. Something that sounded like some form of hemorrhagic fever. Spiking temperatures, jaundice, vomiting, oral ulcerations. They had already lost over a dozen children to the disease. The doctor in Barcellos said he had never seen anything like it and asked for my a.s.sistance. I agreed to help:"
Lauren frowned, slightly irked. The epidemiologist had been hired and flown here to work specifically and solely on this project. But she kept silent and let him continue.
"Since I already had a network of contacts established in the region, I utilized them, sending out an emergency request for any other reports of this outbreak:" Dr. Alvisio pulled out a second sheet of paper.
It appeared to be the same map: rivers and red X"s. But on this map, several of the X"s were circled in blue, with dates written next to them. "These are the sites that reported similar cases:"
Lauren"s eyes widened. There were so many. At least a dozen medical facilities were seeing cases.
"Do you see the trend here?" Dr. Alvisio said.
Lauren stared, then slowly shook her head.
The epidemiologist pointed to one X with a blue circle. "I"ve dated each reported case. This is the earliest:" He glanced up from the paper and tapped the spot. "This is the mission of Wauwai:"
"Where Gerald Clark was found?"
The doctor nodded. She now recalled reading the field report from the expedition"s first day. The Wauwai mission had been razed by superst.i.tious Indians. They"d been frightened after several village children had become inexplicably sick.
"I checked with local authorities," Dr. Alvisio continued. He began to tap down the line of blue-circled X"s. "The small steamboat that trans-ported Clark"s body stopped at each of these ports:" The epidemiologist continued to tap the riverside towns. "Every site where the body pa.s.sed, the disease appeared:"
"My G.o.d;" Lauren mumbled. "You"re thinking the body was carrying some pathogen:"
"At first. I thought it was one of several possibilities. The disease could have spread out from Wauwai through a variety of carriers. Almost all transportation through the region is by river, so any contagious disease would"ve followed a similar pattern. The pattern alone wasn"t conclusive evidence that the body was the source of the contagion:"
Lauren sighed, relieved. "It couldn"t be the body. Before being shipped from Brazil, my daughter oversaw the disposition of the remains. It was tested for a wide variety of pathogens: cholera, yellow fever, dengue, malaria, typhoid, tuberculosis. We were thorough. We checked for every known pathogen. The body was clean:"
"But I"m afraid it wasn"t," Dr. Alvisio said softly.
"Why do you say that?"
"This was faxed this morning:" He slid a final paper out of his folder. It was a CDC report out of Miami.
"Clark"s body was inspected in customs at Miami International. Now three cases of the disease have been reported in local children. All of them from families o airport employees:"
Lauren sank into her chair as the horror of the man"s words struck her. "Then whatever the disease is, it"s here. We brought it here. Is that what you"re saying?" She glanced over to Dr. Alvisio.
He nodded.