Ken McClure - Resurrection

‘You?’ exclaimed Malloy. ‘I was expecting the gas man.’

‘Maybe he’ll come too,’ said Dewar.

‘Come in. This is a surprise.’

Dewar saw that the interior of the church had been altered extensively to provide an attractive, modern open plan living area. ‘Did you do all this yourself?’ he asked.

‘Mostly. Not because I’m mad keen on DIY but because I couldn’t afford to have anyone else do it by the time I’d bought the place.’

‘Looks like you knew what you were doing,’ said Dewar.

‘Let’s say I learned along the way. Coffee?’

‘If it’s not too much trouble. Thanks.’

Malloy went over to the kitchen area while Dewar continued to look around. All the major features of the original church had been retained, from the gallery to the stone pulpit — now used to house an array of spot-lights, directed at key features. The pews had been removed and the floor area divided cleverly into what amounted to different rooms without there actually being partition walls. Malloy had obviously been working in the office area where the computer had gone on to save-screen mode with fish drifting across the screen and the sound of bubbles softly emanating from the speakers.

‘It must be expensive to heat,’ said Dewar, raising his voice to be heard.

‘It would be if I tried to heat the whole place,’ replied Malloy. ‘But I’ve adopted a zone heating policy, a bit like the days when houses were heated by coal fires. You had heat inside a radius of ten feet from the fire. Outside that semi-circle you froze. I put heating where I’m going to need it and live within these areas.’

Malloy brought two mugs of coffee and handed one to Dewar. They both sat down. ‘What’s the problem?’ asked Malloy.

‘It’s Ali,’ replied Dewar. ‘I’ve found out he was under pressure from Iraqi government officials to do something for them.’

‘What?’

‘Something concerned with smallpox.’

‘Good God,’ said Malloy, ‘You’re serious?’

A friend of Ali’s overheard an argument about “pieces” he was being given. I’m pretty sure they were talking about DNA fragments.’

Malloy shook his head as if not wanting to believe what he was hearing. ‘But If Ali had been doing anything like that we would have known.’

‘Would you?’ asked Dewar.

‘Of course, if you wanted to start assembling something like live smallpox you’d be using the high containment lab all the time.’

‘Or not,’ said Dewar.

Malloy looked at him. ‘You can’t seriously be suggesting that he tried to do it in the open lab?’

‘I’m not in the business of suggesting anything at the moment. I simply just don’t know enough but we have to consider it as a possibility.’

‘But we’re all still alive,’ offered Malloy as rebuttal.

‘I agree that goes a long way towards saying that he didn’t succeed in assembling live virus,’ said Dewar. ‘In fact it’s my real hope that he didn’t even try to do it.. I think he may have refused and ended up killing himself in an attempt to protect his family from the consequences. But the fact remains that it’s an outside possibility. What I think is much more certain is that he was given these DNA fragments and I’d like to know what happened to them.’

‘I asked Pierre Le Grice to check out Ali’s stuff,’ said Malloy.

‘I know. I’ve been to the lab. I spoke to Sandra.’

‘Pierre didn’t say he found anything unusual.’

‘What would he have done with the stuff?’

‘Depends what it was. Solutions and reagents that were clearly labelled and we could still use, he would have kept. Anything unlabelled or clearly finished with he would have put out into the biological waste system to be sterilised and destroyed.’

‘Supposing the fragments had been there.’

‘They couldn’t have been labelled otherwise Pierre would have said something. If they were unlabelled, he wouldn’t have known what they were; he probably destroyed them.

Dewar looked thoughtful. Miles Davis played on in the background. ‘Are the lab test tubes and containers used in the institute standard in all labs?’ he asked.

‘I suppose there might be some differences from one place to the next, depending on the supplier. Why?’

‘The fragments Ali was given must have come from outside the institute. I just wondered whether or not Le Grice might have noticed containers that were foreign to the institute even if they hadn’t been labelled.’

It was Malloy’s turn to appear thoughtful. Eventually he said, ‘I think we should go and ask him.’

As they prepared to leave for the institute there came a knock to the door. Malloy opened it to admit the gas man.

‘A bit spooky living in a church,’ said the man, making a note of the reading. ‘Just think of all them funerals and that.’

‘I concentrate on the christenings,’ said Malloy.

The gas man left and they started out for the institute in Malloy’s Ford Escort. The traffic was light and the journey took less that twenty minutes.

Sandra Macandrew raised her eyebrows when she saw Dewar appear in the lab yet again but didn’t say anything. Malloy called Le Grice into his office and closed the door without explaining anything to the others.

‘Pierre, when you cleared out Ali’s stuff did you come across anything unusual?’

Le Grice looked puzzled. ‘Unusual in what way?’ he replied.

‘Did you find anything there that shouldn’t have been there? Anything against the rules?

‘No.’

‘Anything that looked as if it might have come from another lab, you know, different kind of container to the ones we use, that sort of thing.’

‘No, nothing like that. There were lots of tubes with labels I didn’t recognise, things that only Ali would have understood but nothing out of the ordinary.’

‘What did you do with the unlabelled tubes?’

‘I put them into bio-disposal. There was no point in keeping them. No one else would have been able to decipher them either, I’m sure.’

Malloy held up his hand and reassured him. ‘No one is suggesting anything else, Pierre. You did exactly what I asked you to do. There’s no problem.’

‘Can I go now? I’m very busy.’

‘Of course.’

‘Seems to work very hard,’ said Dewar as Le Grice closed the door.

‘He’s very ambitious,’ replied Malloy. ‘Very bright too. Well, there we have it. If Ali had illegal fragments of the virus or even if he actually managed to reconstruct live smallpox which I just can’t believe, the whole lot went straight into the steriliser and I can’t say I’m sorry.’

‘Sounds good to me too,’ agreed Dewar.

‘From a purely selfish point of view I’m glad you came here,’ said Malloy.

‘How so?’

‘You’ve given me a reason for Ali’s suicide. I’ve been blaming myself ever since it happened for not recognising the symptoms of clinical depression. It sounds like he wasn’t ill at all; he just got mixed up in a nightmare. The bastards who asked him to do it, I suppose they’ll get away with it?’

‘That’s usually a fair bet where government sponsored crime is involved. Anything goes, from genocide to blowing up an airliner.

Dewar paused by Sandra’s bench on the way out. ‘I think I’m finished this time,’ he said.

‘No real problems?’ she asked, her eyes asking more questions than the words.

‘There might have been,’ he replied. ’

‘Will what you’ve been doing here help lift the ban on the movement of smallpox fragments for research?’

‘It may go some way but it could take time. Anything involving the agreement of many countries takes time. You’re worried about your degree?’