3 AM
POWERFUL security lights lit up the towers and gables of the Kremlin. The temperature was five below zero, but the sky was clear and there was no snow. The building faced a Victorian garden, with mature trees and shrubs1. A three-quarter moon shed a gray light on naked nymphs sporting in dry fountains while stone dragons stood guard.
The silence was shattered by the roar of engines as two vans drove out of the garage. Both were marked with the international biohazard symbol, four broken black circles on a vivid yellow background. The guard at the gatehouse had the barrier up already. They drove out and turned south, going dangerously fast.
Toni Gallo was at the wheel of the lead vehicle, driving as if it were her Porsche, using the full width of the road, racing3 the engine, powering through bends. She feared she was too late. In the van with Toni were three men trained in decontamination. The second vehicle was a mobile isolation4 unit with a paramedic at the wheel and a doctor, Ruth Solomons, in the passenger seat.
Toni was afraid she might be wrong, but terrified she might be right.
She had activated5 a red alert on the basis of nothing but suspicion. The drug might have been used legitimately6 by a scientist who just forgot to make the appropriate entry in the log, as Howard McAlpine believed. Michael Ross might simply have extended his holiday without permission, and the story about his mother might have been no more than a misunderstanding. In that case, someone was sure to say that Toni had overreacted—like a typical hysterical8 woman, James Elliot would add. She might find Michael Ross safely asleep in bed with his phone turned off, and she winced9 to think what she would then say to her boss, Stanley Oxenford, in the morning.
But it would be much worse if she turned out to be right.
An employee was absent without leave; he had lied about where he was going; and samples of the new drug were missing from the vault10. Had Michael Ross done something that put him at risk of catching11 a lethal12 infection? The drug was still in the trial stage, and was not effective against all viruses, but he would have figured it was better than nothing. Whatever he was up to, he had wanted to make sure no one called at his house for a couple of weeks; and so he had pretended he was going to Devon, to visit a mother who was no longer alive.
Monica Ansari had said, The fact that someone lives alone doesn't make them a nutcase, does it? It was one of those statements that meant the opposite of what it said. The biochemist had sensed something odd about Michael even though, as a rational scientist, she hesitated to rely on mere13 intuition.
Toni believed that intuition should never be ignored.
She could hardly bear to think of the consequences if the Madoba-2 virus had somehow escaped. It was highly infectious, spreading fast through coughs and sneezes. And it was fatal. A shudder14 of dread15 went through her, and she pushed down on the accelerator pedal.
The road was deserted16 and it took only twenty minutes to reach Michael Ross's isolated17 home. The entrance was not clearly marked, but Toni remembered it. She turned into a short drive that led to a low stone cottage behind a garden wall. The place was dark. Toni stopped the van next to a Volkswagen Golf, presumably Michael's. She sounded her horn long and loud.
Nothing happened. No lights came on, no one opened a door or window. Toni turned off the engine. Silence.
If Michael had gone away, why was his car here?
"Bunny suits, please, gentlemen," she said.
They all climbed into orange space suits, including the medical team from the second van. It was an awkward business. The suit was made of a heavy plastic that did not easily yield or fold. It closed with an airtight zip. They helped one another attach the gloves to the wrists with duct tape. Finally they worked the plastic feet of the suits into rubber overboots.
The suits were completely sealed. The wearer breathed through a HEPA filter—a high efficiency particulate18 air filter—with an electric fan powered by a battery pack worn on the suit belt. The filter would keep out any breathable particles that might carry germs or viruses. It also took out all but the strongest smells. The fan made a constant shushing noise that some people found oppressive. A headset in the helmet enabled them to speak to one another and to the switchboard at the Kremlin over a scrambled19 radio channel.
When they were ready, Toni looked again at the house. Should someone glance out of a window now, and see seven people in orange space suits, he would think UFO aliens were real.
If there was someone in there, he was not looking out of any windows.
"I'll go first," Toni said.
She went up to the front door, walking stiffly in the clumsy plastic suit. She rang the bell and banged the knocker. After a few moments, she went around the building to the back. There was a neat garden with a wooden shed. She found the back door unlocked, and stepped inside. She remembered standing7 in the kitchen while Michael made tea. She walked quickly through the house, turning on lights. The Rembrandts were still on the living-room wall. The place was clean, tidy, and empty.
She spoke20 to the others over the headset. "No one home." She could hear the dejected tone of her own voice.
Why had he left his house unlocked? Perhaps he was never coming back.
This was a blow. If Michael had been here, the mystery could have Urn2 solved quickly. Now there would have to be a search. He might be anywhere in the world. There was no knowing how long it would take to find him. She thought with dread of the nerve-racking days, or even weeks, of anxiety.
She went back out into the garden. To be thorough, she tried the door of the garden shed. It, too, was unlocked. When she opened it, she caught the trace of a smell, unpleasant but vaguely21 familiar. It must be very strong, she realized, to penetrate22 the suit's filter. Blood, she thought. The shed smelled like a slaughterhouse. She murmured, "Oh, my God."
Ruth Solomons, the doctor, heard her and said, "What is it?"
"Just a minute." The inside of the little wooden building was black: there were no windows. She fumbled23 in the dark and found a switch. When the light came on, she cried out in shock.
The others all spoke at once, asking what was wrong.
"Come quickly!" she said. "To the garden shed. Ruth first."
Michael Ross lay on the floor, face up. He was bleeding from every orifice: eyes, nose, mouth, ears. Blood pooled around him on the plank24 floor. Toni did not need the doctor to tell her that Michael was suffering from a massive multiple hemorrhage—a classic symptom of Madoba-2 and similar infections. He was very dangerous, his body an unexploded bomb full of the deadly virus. But he was alive. His chest went up and down, and a weak bubbling sound came from his mouth. She bent25 down, kneeling in the sticky puddle26 of fresh blood, and looked closely at him. "Michael!" she said, shouting to be heard through the plastic of her helmet. "It's Toni Gallo from the lab!"
There was a flicker27 of intelligence in his bloody28 eyes. He opened his mouth and mumbled29 something.
"What?" she shouted. She leaned closer.
"No cure," he said. Then he vomited31. A jet of black fluid exploded from his mouth, splashing Toni's faceplate. She jerked back and cried out in alarm, even though she knew she was protected by the suit.
She was pushed aside, and Ruth Solomons bent over Michael.
"The pulse is very weak," the doctor said over the headset. She opened Michael's mouth and used her gloved fingers to clear some of the blood and vomit30 from his throat. "I need a laryngoscope—fast!" Seconds later, a paramedic rushed in with the implement32. Ruth pushed it into Michael's mouth, clearing his throat so that he could breathe more easily. "Bring the isolation stretcher, quick as you can." She opened her medical case and took out a syringe already loaded—with morphine and a blood coagulant33, Toni assumed. Ruth pushed the needle into Michael's neck and depressed34 the plunger. When she pulled the syringe out, Michael bled copiously35 from the small hole.
Toni was swamped by a wave of grief. She thought of Michael walking around the Kremlin, sitting in his house drinking tea, talking animatedly36 about etchings; and the sight of this desperately37 damaged body became all the more painful and tragic38.
"Okay," Ruth said. "Let's get him out of here."
Two paramedics picked Michael up and carried him out to a gurney enclosed in a transparent39 plastic tent. They slid the patient through a porthole in one end of the tent, then sealed it. They wheeled the gurney across Michael's garden.
Before getting into the ambulance, they now had to decontaminate themselves and the stretcher. One of Toni's team had already gotten out a shallow plastic tub like a children's paddling pool. Now Dr. Solomons and the paramedics took turns standing in the tub and being sprayed with a powerful disinfectant that destroyed any virus by oxidizing its protein.
Toni watched, aware that every second's delay made it less likely that Michael would survive, knowing that the decontamination procedure had to be followed rigorously to prevent other deaths. She felt distraught that a deadly virus had escaped from her laboratory. It had never occurred before in the history of Oxenford Medical. The fact that she had been right to make such a fuss about the missing drugs, and her colleagues had been wrong to play it down, was small consolation40. Her job was to prevent this happening, and she had failed. Would poor Michael die in consequence? Would others die?
The paramedics loaded the stretcher into the ambulance. Dr. Solomons jumped into the back with the patient. They slammed the doors and roared off into the night.
Toni said, "Let me know what happens, Ruth. You can phone me on this headset."
Ruth's voice was already weakening with distance. "He's gone into a coma," she said. She added something else, but she was out of range, and her words became indistinguishable, then faded away altogether.
Toni shook herself to get rid of her gloomy torpor41. There was work to be done. "Let's clean up," she said.
One of the men took a roll of yellow tape that read "Biohazard—Do Not Cross Line" and began to run it around the entire property, house and shed and garden, and around Michael's car. Luckily there were no other houses near enough to worry about. If Michael had lived in a block of flats with communal42 air vents43, it would already have been too late for decontamination.
The others got out rolls of garbage bags, plastic garden sprayers already filled with disinfectant, boxes of cleaning cloths, and large white plastic drums. Every surface had to be sprayed and wiped down. Hard objects and precious possessions such as jewelry44 would be sealed in the drums and taken to the Kremlin to be sterilized45 by high-pressure steam in an autoclave. Everything else would be double-bagged and destroyed in the medical incinerator underneath46 the BSL4 lab.
Toni got one of the men to help her wipe Michael's black vomit off her suit and spray her. She had to repress an urge to tear the defiled47 suit off her body.
While the men cleaned up, she looked around, searching for clues as to why this had happened. As she had feared, Michael had stolen the experimental drug because he knew or suspected he had been infected with Madoba-2. But what had he done to expose himself to the virus?
In the shed there was a glass case with an air extractor, rather like an improvised48 biosafety cabinet. She had hardly looked at it before, because she was concentrating on Michael, but now she saw that there was a dead rabbit in the case. It looked as if it had died of the illness that had infected Michael. Had it come from the laboratory?
Beside it was a water bowl labeled "Joe." That was significant. Laboratory staff rarely named the creatures they worked with. They were kind to the subjects of their experiments, but they did not allow themselves to become attached to animals that were going to be killed. However, Michael had given this creature an identity, and treated it as a pet. Did he feel guilty about his work?
She stepped outside. A police patrol car was drawing up alongside the biohazard van. Toni had been expecting them. In accordance with the Critical Incident Response Plan that Toni herself had devised, the security guards at the Kremlin had automatically phoned regional police headquarters at Inverburn to notify them of a red alert. Now they were coming to find out how real the crisis was.
Toni had been a police officer herself, all her working life, until two years ago. For most of her career, she had been a golden girl—promoted rapidly, shown off to the media as the new style of modern cop, and tipped to be Scotland's first woman chief constable49. Then she had clashed with her boss over a hot-button issue—racism50 in the force. He maintained that police racism was not institutionalized. She said that officers routinely concealed51 racist52 incidents, and that amounted to institutionalization. The row had been leaked to a newspaper, she had refused to deny what she believed, and she had been forced to resign.
At the time she had been living with Frank Hackett, another detective. They had been together eight years, although they had never married. When she fell out of favor, he left her. It still hurt.
Two young officers got out of the patrol car, a man and a woman. Toni knew most local police of her own generation, and some of the older ones remembered her late father, Sergeant53 Antonio Gallo, inevitably54 called Spanish Tony. However, she did not recognize these two. Over the headset, she said, "Jonathan, the police have arrived. Would you please decontaminate and talk to them? Just say we have confirmed the escape of a virus from the lab. They'll call Jim Kincaid, and I'll brief him when he gets here."
Superintendent55 Kincaid was responsible for what they called CBRN—chemical, biological, radiological, and nuclear incidents. He had worked with Toni on her plan. The two of them would implement a careful, low-key response to this incident.
By the time Kincaid arrived, she would like to have some information to give him about Michael Ross. She went into the house. Michael had turned the second bedroom into his study. On a side table were three framed photographs of his mother: as a slim teenager in a tight sweater; as a happy parent, holding a baby that looked like Michael; and in her sixties, with a fat black-and-white cat in her lap.
Toni sat at his desk and read his e-mails, operating the computer keyboard clumsily with her rubber-gloved hands. He had ordered a book called Animal Ethics56 from Amazon. He had also inquired about university courses in moral philosophy. She checked his Internet browser57, and found he had recently visited animal-rights Web sites. Clearly, he had become troubled about the morality of his work. But it seemed no one at Oxenford Medical had realized that he was unhappy.
Toni sympathized with him. Every time she saw a beagle or a hamster lying in a cage, deliberately58 made ill by a disease the scientists were studying, she felt a tug59 of pity. But then she remembered her father's death. He had suffered a brain tumor60 in his fifties, and he had died bewildered, humiliated61, and in pain. His condition might one day be curable thanks to research on monkey brains. Animal research was a sad necessity, in her opinion.
Michael kept his papers in a cardboard filing box, neatly62 labeled: "Bills," "Guarantees," "Bank Statements," "Instruction Manuals." Under "Memberships," Toni found an acknowledgment of his subscription63 to an organization called Animals Are Free. The picture was becoming clear.
The work calmed her distress64. She had always been good at detective procedures. Being forced out of the police had been a bitter blow. It felt good to use her old skills, and know that she still had the talent.
She found Michael's address book and his appointments diary in a drawer. The diary showed nothing for the last two weeks. As she was opening the address book, a blue flash caught her eye through the window, and she looked out to see a gray Volvo sedan with a police light on its roof. That would be Jim Kincaid.
She went outside and got one of the team to decontaminate her. Then she took off her helmet to talk to the Superintendent. However, the man in the Volvo was not Jim. When his face caught the moonlight, Toni saw that it was Superintendent Frank Hackett—her ex. Her heart sank. Although he was the one who had left, he always acted as if he had been the injured party.
She resolved to be calm, friendly, and businesslike.
He got out of the car and came toward her. She said, "Please don't cross the line—I'll come out." She realized right away she had made an error of tact65. He was the police officer and she was the civilian—he would feel that he should be giving orders to her, not the other way around. The frown that crossed his face showed her that he had felt the slight. Trying to be more friendly, she said, "How are you, Frank?"
"What's going on here?"
"A technician from the lab appears to have caught a virus. We've just taken him away in an isolation ambulance. Now we're decontaminating his house. Where's Jim Kincaid?"
"He's on holiday."
"Where?" Toni hoped Jim might be reached and brought back for this emergency.
"Portugal. He and his wife have a wee time-share."
A pity, Toni thought. Kincaid knew about biohazards, but Frank did not.
Reading her mind, Frank said, "Don't worry." He had in his hand a photocopied66 document an inch thick. "I've got the protocol67 here." It was the plan Toni had agreed on with Kincaid. Frank had obviously been reading it while waiting. "My first duty is to secure the area." He looked around.
Toni had already secured the area, but she said nothing. Frank needed to assert himself.
He called out to the two uniformed officers in the patrol car. "You two! Move that car to the entrance of the driveway, and don't let anyone by without asking me."
"Good idea," Toni said, though in truth it made no difference to anything.
Frank was referring to the document. "Then we have to make sure no one leaves the scene."
Toni nodded. "There's no one here but my team, all in biohazard suits."
"I don't like this protocol—it puts civilians68 in charge of a crime scene."
"What makes you think this is a crime scene?"
"Samples of a drug were stolen."
"Not from here."
Frank let that pass. "How did your man catch the virus, anyway? You all wear those suits in the laboratory, don't you?"
"The local health board must figure that out," Toni said, prevaricating69. "There's no point in speculation70."
"Were there any animals here when you arrived?"
Toni hesitated.
That was enough for Frank, who was a good detective because he did not miss much. "So an animal got out of the lab and infected the technician when he wasn't wearing a suit?"
"I don't know what happened, and I don't want half-baked theories circulating. Could we concentrate for now on public safety?"
"Aye. But you're not just worried about the public. You want to protect the company and your precious Professor Oxenford."
Toni wondered why he said "precious"—but before she could react, she heard a chime from her helmet. "I'm getting a phone call," she said to Frank. "Sorry." She took the headset out of the helmet and put it on. The chime came again, then there was a hiss71 as the connection was made, and she heard the voice of a security guard on the switchboard at the Kremlin. "Dr. Solomons is calling Ms. Gallo."
Toni said, "Hello?"
The doctor came on the line. "Michael died, Toni."
Toni closed her eyes. "Oh, Ruth, I'm so sorry."
"He would have died even if we'd got to him twenty-four hours earlier. I'm almost certain he had Madoba-2."
Toni's voice was choked by grief. "We did all we could."
"Have you any idea how it happened?"
Toni did not want to say much in front of Frank. "He was troubled about cruelty to animals. And I think he may have been unbalanced by the death of his mother, a year ago."
"Poor boy."
"Ruth, I've got the police here. I'll talk to you later."
"Okay." The connection was broken. Toni took off the headset.
Frank said, "So he died."
"His name was Michael Ross, and he appears to have contracted a virus called Madoba-2."
"What kind of animal was it?"
On the spur of the moment, Toni decided72 to set a little trap for Frank. "A hamster," she said. "Named Fluffy73."
"Could others have become infected?"
"That's the number one question. Michael lived here alone; he had no family and few friends. Anyone who visited him before he got sick would be safe, unless they did something highly intimate, like sharing a hypodermic needle. Anyone who came here when he was showing symptoms would surely have called a doctor. So there's a good chance he has not passed the virus on." Toni was playing it down. If she had been talking to Kincaid, she would have been more candid74, for she could have trusted him not to start a scare. But Frank was different. She finished: "But obviously our first priority must be to contact everyone who might have met Michael in the last sixteen days. I've found his address book."
Frank tried a different tack75. "I heard you say he was troubled about cruelty to animals. Did he belong to a group?"
"Yes—Animals Are Free."
"How do you know?"
"I've been checking his personal stuff."
"That's a job for the police."
"I agree. But you can't go into the house."
"I could put on a suit."
"It's not just the suit, it's the biohazard training that you have to undergo before you're allowed to wear one."
Frank was becoming angry again. "Then bring the stuff out here to me."
"Why don't I get one of my team to fax all his papers to you? We could also upload the entire hard drive of his computer."
"I want the originals! What are you hiding in there?"
"Nothing, I promise you. But everything in the house has to be decontaminated, either with disinfectant or by high-pressure steam. Both processes destroy papers and might well damage a computer."
"I'm going to get this protocol changed. I wonder whether the chief constable knows what Kincaid has let you get away with."
Toni felt weary. It was the middle of the night, she had a major crisis to deal with, and she was being forced to pussyfoot around the feelings of a resentful former lover. "Oh, Frank, for God's sake—you might be right, but this is what we've got, so could we try to forget the past and work as a team?"
"Your idea of teamwork is everyone doing what you say."
She laughed. "Fair enough. What do you think should be our next move?"
"I'll inform the health board. They're the lead agency, according to the protocol. Once they've tracked down their designated biohazard consultant76, he'll want to convene77 a meeting here first thing in the morning. Meanwhile, we should start contacting everyone who might have seen Michael Ross. I'll get a couple of detectives phoning every number in that address book. I suggest you question every employee at the Kremlin. It would be useful to have that done by the time we meet with the health board."
"All right." Toni hesitated. She had something she had to ask Frank. His best friend was Carl Osborne, a local television reporter who valued sensation more than accuracy. If Carl got hold of this story, he would start a riot.
She knew that the way to get something from Frank was to be matter-of-fact, not appearing either assertive78 or needy79. "There's a paragraph in the protocol I've got to mention," she began. "It says that no statements should be made to the press without first being discussed by the main interested parties, including the police, the health board, and the company."
"No problem."
"The reason I mention it is that this doesn't need to become a major public scare. The chances are that no one is in danger."
"Good."
"We don't want to hold anything back, but the publicity80 should be calm and measured. No one needs to panic."
Frank grinned. "You're frightened of tabloid81 stories about killer82 hamsters roaming the highlands."
"You owe me, Frank. I hope you remember."
His face darkened. "I owe you?"
She lowered her voice, although there was no one nearby. "You remember Farmer Johnny Kirk." Kirk had been a big-time cocaine83 importer. Born in the rough Glasgow neighborhood of Garscube Road, he had never seen a farm in his life, but got the nickname from the oversize green rubber boots he wore to ease the pain of the corns on his feet. Frank had put together a case against Farmer Johnny. During the trial, by accident, Toni had come across evidence that would have helped the defense84. She had told Frank, but Frank had not informed the court. lohnny was as guilty as sin, and Frank had got a conviction—but if the truth ever came out, Frank's career would be over.
Now Frank said angrily, "Are you threatening to bring that up again if I don't do what you want?"
"No, just reminding you of a time when you needed me to keep quiet about something, and I did."
His attitude changed again. He had been frightened, for a moment, but now he was his old arrogant85 self. "We all bend the rules from time to time. That's life."
"Yes. And I'm asking you not to leak this story to your friend Carl Osborne, or anyone else in the media."
Frank grinned. "Why, Toni," he said in a tone of mock indignation, "1 never do things like that."
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