Brian Freemantle - Dead End

…’ He looked around them all. ‘That’s a general instruction. We’re going to create our own dedicated cancer programme: in time we’ll subdivide and specify, but before we even do that we’ll take on board everything that Rome and Canberra have already done and are maybe currently doing, because according to Benn, both Italy and Australia are actively working on melanoma research…’

‘And then there were three?’ broke in Beverley Jackson.

Her smile took away any impatience in the remark. It was an easy smile and for the first time Parnell realized its slight unevenness lacked the sculpted dentistry of Rebecca’s. The realization that he was consciously comparing the two women surprised him, although Rebecca had virtually invited it when he’d told her of Beverley coming into the department, demanding with feigned jealousy a detailed description and claiming the day after they were supposed to begin work that she’d lingered in the commissary, to see the woman for herself, and declaring Beverley to be very sexy. Properly and fully concentrating upon the other geneticist for the first time, Parnell acknowledged that she was extremely attractive, fuller-breasted but smaller featured than Rebecca and maybe taller by an inch or two. He thought the darkness of their matching, deeply auburn hair was about the same, but Beverley wore hers practicably short. Concentrating even more, he saw Beverley didn’t have any freckles, either. From her application CV, Parnell knew that Beverley Jackson was divorced, although she’d kept her married name and still wore what he presumed to be her wedding ring. Looking between the woman and Peter Battey, he said: ‘And we’re the three. We’ll work dates again. We won’t initially go back further than two years into the improvement and re-evaluation of what Dubette already manufacture. We can work on what went before as and when. I won’t have a schedule imposed upon us. We’ll work at our speed, no one else’s…’ He smiled apologetically at Kathy Richardson. ‘The bulk of the recording work is going to fall upon you, I’m afraid. You’ll be the person creating the files.’

‘That’s what I came here expecting to do,’ smiled the woman.

‘You actually think we were avalanched!’ frowned Lapidus.

‘I got what I asked for,’ repeated Parnell. ‘And I was warned of the volume.’

‘And as you’ve already made clear, we’re going to have to work for our acceptance,’ reminded Beverley.

‘If we’re working nucleotide polymorphism acceptances, we’re going to need a lot of animals,’ said Peter Battey.

‘Something else for you, Kathy, when we establish a schedule,’ said Parnell.

‘I’m going to be a real busy person,’ accepted the secretary.

Which is what they all set out to be, impressing Parnell by how quickly they came together as a cohesive unit. Unasked and unprompted, everyone worked late and frequently missed lunch or ate sandwiches at their benches. Parnell’s fitness regime flagged and he put on 2 lbs in three weeks, even though he was missing lunch too. There were two consecutive weekends when he didn’t stay over at Bethesda with Rebecca, and she didn’t stay in his apartment at all during the second week. She didn’t once complain, insisting she knew how important it was to him.

Parnell adhered strictly to Dwight Newton’s demands and sent detailed memoranda to the research and development vice president, with copies to Russell Benn, satisfied that he was avalanching them in return and passingly curious at the lack of response from either scientist. During the second week he actually crossed into Benn’s section but was told the man could not be disturbed in the secure laboratory in which he was working. All Parnell’s exchanges, each identified by number and content, were acknowledged the following day. Newton’s replies came the day after that.

Parnell insisted everyone take the third full weekend off and was glad when Rebecca announced she’d prefer to cook in at Bethesda on the Saturday night. They had drinks on the deck and he fell asleep in the colonial wicker chair when she went into the kitchen to prepare the meal. She woke him in mock protest that if he was as tired as that he wasn’t going to be much use to a girl as denied as she had been.

‘I was just recovering my strength.’

‘How much longer do you think you’re going to have to work like this?’

Parnell shrugged. ‘A long time.’

‘You won’t be able to keep up the pace. The other guys are going to get pissed off.’

‘They’re working their asses off at the moment.’

‘You’ve got to cut some them some slack.’

‘I’ll watch it.’ He paused. ‘I’m surprised at Newton – Benn too, for that matter – by his apparent lack of interest after all the bullshit about knowing everything I’m doing.’

‘They’re too busy,’ said Rebecca. She grinned, conspira-torially. ‘And I think I know why.’

‘You promised to back off!’

‘I don’t think I did!’

‘I think you did.’ She’d cooked pot roast and Parnell realized that in his annoyance he was facing her across the table with his knife and fork held upright, like weapons. He put them down, pouring wine for them both.

‘I didn’t go around asking any more questions,’ said Rebecca, defensively.

‘What then?’

‘I had coffee in the commissary with the filing clerk in Benn’s section: she’s the girl I deal with all the time. And she said Benn’s locked himself away in a laboratory and no one knows what he’s doing.’

‘And you’re surmising it’s the great French mystery!’

‘It all fits, doesn’t it?’

‘No,’ refused Parnell. ‘You’re making it fit. And I want you to let it go. It’s becoming an obsession.’

‘It’s not an obsession! I’m just curious.’

Parnell looked at her suspiciously. ‘You spoken to Paris again?’

‘Not about this.’

‘So you have spoken to Paris!’

‘A regular samples shipment went missing. I had to confirm the waybill number.’

‘By phone!’

‘Why not?’ The defensiveness was back.

‘When? Before or after coffee in the commissary with the file clerk?’

‘The day after. But it was a coincidence, believe me.’

Parnell didn’t. ‘And all you talked about was a missing samples shipment and a waybill number?’

‘There’s a lot of curiosity in Paris, too. Their top guy wouldn’t have been called to New York if it wasn’t important, would he?’

‘You said anything more to Showcross?’

‘He knew I called Paris. And why. By reconfirming the waybill number, I was able to track down the samples.’

‘I want a solemn promise that you’ll keep to this time. I want you to stop.’

‘Why’s it such a big thing with you?’ Rebecca demanded, showing her own irritation.

‘Because I think it is approaching an obsession. Whatever the French thing is, it’s something they’re keeping under wraps. Which is entirely logical and understandable in a pharmaceutical company whose whole existence and future is based on exactly that, keeping as totally controlled and secret as possible what might be an advance. The way you’re behaving you could far too easily become suspected of being a competitor informant. And if that happens, you’re out.’

‘So?’

‘Where do you think you’re going to work next, with that albatross around your neck? You’d be an untouchable pariah, never trusted. Nor in pure science, even if you could get a place.’

Rebecca remained looking at him for several moments, her barely eaten meal abandoned, her wine glass untouched. Finally she said: ‘You really meant all that, didn’t you? About protecting me… and stuff…?’

‘Yes, I really mean it!’