“Is there anything you’d like to add to your statement, Dr. Leland?”
“No. But if you’ll turn that off, I have a couple of questions.”
“Of course.” The little red light on the camera winked out.
She tried hard to focus. “First, who were those two paramilitary types working for?”
“I’m sorry, Dr. Leland. I don’t have that information.”
Hallie asked several more questions, but it became obvious that Gurwitz either didn’t know or wasn’t going to talk about what had happened in Mexico. Then the lawyer said, “One thing I can address: it appears that you may have been the victim of a very sophisticated subterfuge, Dr. Leland. Dr. Barnard will provide full details. I am authorized to tell you that everything possible will be done to make things right, including full reinstatement with back pay and benefits.”
Barnard cleared his throat.
“Oh, yes. And a promotion as well.”
Barnard looked a degree less disturbed, but he clearly wanted the lawyer gone.
“Have you worked in Washington long, Ms. Gurwitz?” Hallie struggled to focus.
The lawyer frowned, puzzled. “Thirteen years, actually.”
“Ah. Then you understand how much this could cost the government, both in dollars and publicity, not to mention rolling heads.”
Gurwitz turned pale. “Dr. Leland…” she began, then just stopped. She was a good enough lawyer to know when the best thing to say was nothing.
Thinking of that time with Rhodes and Rivers, Hallie let the silence linger, feeling the air in the room getting tighter and tighter, watching Gurwitz suffer. But Hallie took no real pleasure in that. Gurwitz had had nothing to do with any of it. She finished the ginger ale, set the glass aside.
“Why don’t you turn that thing back on.” Hallie nodded at the camera.
Gurwitz hesitated but then touched her remote, and the red light glowed.
“For the record, I’m not going to sue the government. And I have no plans to call the Washington Post or 60 Minutes . Al Cahner was very good at what he did. He fooled some very smart people here. Including me, right up to the end. What’s done is done. Case closed.”
Gurwitz regarded Hallie for a moment longer, appeared to realize that her mouth was hanging open, and closed it. This was clearly not the D.C. denouement she was used to seeing. “That seems like a good place to end our interview. Thank you for your time and cooperation, Dr. Leland.”
She clicked the remote, and the red light winked out. When she had packed up and put her coat on, Gurwitz walked to Hallie’s bedside and touched her shoulder.
“Off the record. You got screwed, honey. I’m not sure I could be as forgiving. But I do admire you for it.” She paused, considering, then continued: “I have no children, but my only nephew is in Afghanistan. We are all in your debt, Dr. Leland.”
Hallie gave the lawyer’s small hand on her shoulder a squeeze. “Thank you. But we don’t have the magic bullet just yet.”
“No, but from everything I’ve been told, we will. Thanks in large part to you. Goodbye—and get better soon.”
When she had gone, Barnard moved close to Hallie’s bed. “Can I get you anything, Hallie? A sandwich? Some ice cream?”
She considered, shook her head. “I’m good. But thanks.”
He nodded, but now, with the lawyer gone, she saw something in his face that pulled her back from the medication haze. “What’s wrong, Don?”
“Some things happened while you were away. I didn’t want to say anything until you’d gotten some rest. But you have a right to know.”
“What?”
He told her about David Lathrop and Lew Casey.
For a few moments she was too stunned to speak. “Dead? Both?”
“Yes. Late’s might have been a robbery gone wrong. We’re not sure about that just yet. Lew’s appeared to be an accident.”
“You don’t believe it.”
“No. He would never have messed up his air-supply connections.”
“I am so sorry, Don. I know you were close to both of them.”
Barnard took in a long breath, let it out. He started to reach for his pipe, but his hand stopped halfway to the vest pocket and he let it drop. “I was. I’d almost forgotten how much it hurts to lose men like that.” She saw his eyes go vague. A big hand came up, rubbed his chest, fell again. “Good men.” He blinked, came back to the room, rearranged his face. “That was the very bad news. I also have some very good news.”
“Glad to hear it. I can use some of that just now.”
And then, as if he had been listening just outside the door, it opened and in walked Wil Bowman. He wore jeans and running shoes and a long-sleeved tan shirt with the tail out. A slight bulge was visible under the right sleeve just below his shoulder, where they had bandaged the bullet wound. His right arm was in a sling. The loose shirttail made the bandage on the left side of his waist unnoticeable. Other than the loss of a few pounds, Hallie kept thinking, he looked good. Very good. Better than good.
“Hello there,” he said, grinning. She had not seen him look so happy.
“Hello there, yourself. You look pretty good for a man who got shot twice.”
“Amazing powers of recovery. We Colorado boys are tough as nails.” He walked to the bed, picked up the unbandaged hand, closed it within his own. “You don’t look too bad yourself, all things considered.”
Barnard cleared his throat. “I was just telling Hallie about Lew and Late.”
Bowman nodded, his face hardening for a second. “Any movement in the investigations?”
“Not with Late’s killing. But with Lew, possibly. When something like this happens, they look at any anomaly, no matter how small.”
“Sure.”
“Well, we have an unexplained staff absence.”
“Who?” Hallie and Bowman said at the same time.
“Evelyn Flemmer.”
It meant nothing to Bowman, but Hallie’s eyes widened. “Evvie Flemmer? You don’t think she was involved with this, do you?”
“We can’t be sure of anything at this point, of course. But she hasn’t reported for work since Lew died. Agents went to her apartment yesterday, but she wasn’t there.”
“They can get records of all enplanements,” Bowman said.
“Easily. Already done. She did not leave on a plane, train, bus, or rental car. And her personal vehicle was in the lot at her apartment building.”
“My God, Don,” Hallie said. “If you’d asked me to pick the one person at BARDA least likely to be involved with something like that, I would have named Evvie Flemmer.”
“You know what? Me, too,” Barnard said. “And we don’t really know if she was. But it’s the only blip in our operational procedures we’ve detected.”
Hallie remembered the soldiers, their families. “How have containment efforts been working?”
“We’ve just about run through our colistin stockpile. The more cases we find, the faster we have to use it.”
“How many cases reported so far?”
“Almost seven hundred.”
“Mortality rate?”
“Right around ninety percent. A few survivors. But so disfigured…” He shook his head.
“Any other developments?”
“Fox News sniffed out the story. They’ve agreed to embargo it until noon tomorrow. When it breaks…” He shrugged. “Very bad.”
“If we could at least say a new drug works, it might stave off panic.”
“It could.” Barnard nodded. “If we had one.” There was a clock on the wall, but he pulled out his pocket watch. “I need to get back to BARDA, and you need to rest.”
“Don, before you go…”
“Yes?”
“Whatever happened to the people from the COP? The Z point.”
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