Kathy Reichs - Virals

“I’m sorry, sir, but may I see your phone for a moment?”

Puzzled, Baravetto handed over his cell. I checked. The last call received was Chance Claybourne.

What to do?

Duh. You got another way home?

“Thank you, Mr. Baravetto. A ride would be greatly appreciated.”

I slipped inside the house and relocked the door behind me. Then headed straight for my room.

Kit and Whitney were entangled on the living room couch. On hearing my footsteps they flew apart, smoothing hair and clothing.

Gross. Who’s the teenager here?

“How was the movie?” I asked.

“Sold out.” Kit was clearly embarrassed, tried to play it off. “You’re home early. Did you get a ride?”

I nodded.

“Was it grand?” Whitney chirped. “I must hear every scrumptious detail.”

“It was fine. I’m going to bed. Night!”

Ignoring their pleas, I scampered upstairs as fast as my dress would allow. Performed a cupcake dive onto my bed. Relaxed. For the first time in hours.

Then I rolled to my belly and screamed into my pillow. What a night.

During the long ride to Morris, I’d dissected my cotillion attack. That’s how I labeled them now. By context. The boat attack. The fly on the wall attack. The cafeteria attack. The cotillion attack.

What caused them? Were they random? Or was there a trigger?

Tonight’s episode had been different.

I’d felt my brain snap, but no blackout followed. There’d been just one sensory symptom—my ears turning up the juice. Then I’d exhibited a burst of raw physical power. Like Ben catching the engine in his garage.

All things considered, tonight’s change had been minor. Manageable. Hell, even useful.

Was the pattern changing? How? Why?

Something incredible had happened to our bodies. Something new to the world, I feared. Whatever we’d contracted had warped us.

In our brains? Our DNA?

I didn’t know. But I knew that we were transformed.

Twisted, to the core.

Viral.

I resolved to understand. To get answers.

One way or another.

CHAPTER 45

That night, the storm raging inside me broke.

My dreams were peaceful, free of disturbing images.

I woke energized for the first time in a week. No headache, congestion, fever, or pain. All systems go.

Yahoo!

The gang had agreed to meet before school. I hoped the others had good news, too.

Twenty minutes after rising, I ducked inside the bunker. The mood was light years distant from our last meeting.

Hi and Shelton stood in opposite corners, tossing a tennis ball back and forth. Cooper raced between them, trying to snatch it. Ben sat by the table, watching Coop’s acrobatics.

“Hi, guys!”

“Glad you could make it,” Hi said. “Only five minutes late.”

Shelton dropped the ball. Coop pounced, then rolled to his back to gnaw his prize. Healthy. Content.

“How’s everyone feeling?” I asked.

“I’m great!” Shelton’s eyes no longer looked haunted. “No problems at all.”

“What about you two?”

“Strong,” Ben said. “Whatever it was, I beat it.”

“I feel like two million bucks,” Hi said. “Thank God.”

“Even Cooper Dog’s tip-top.” Shelton tickled the puppy’s belly. “Isn’t that right, you little fugitive?”

Coop wiggled to his feet and charged Shelton’s chest. The two began to wrestle.

Hi, back to his old self, provided color commentary on the Man versus Dog bout taking place on the floor. Even Ben was jovial. A sort of half grin curled the corners of his mouth.

I hated to spoil the good vibes, but decisions had to be made.

“I’m glad everyone’s recovered,” I said. “I think the worst is behind us.”

“Better be,” Hi said. “My sweet cheeks can’t take any more throne time.”

“The worst part?” Shelton pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “That implies there are other parts.”

“We need to be sure our recovery is real,” I said. “To be certain, we have to know what happened in the first place.”

“Why?” Ben asked. “Done is done.”

“It may not be over.”

I described the cotillion attack. They listened without interrupting.

“The snap came without warning,” I finished. “But I didn’t black out.”

“What’s your point?” Hi asked.

“We don’t know if these fits will keep happening.” I searched for the right words. “The side effects. Reactions. Whatever. I’m not sure what to call them.”

“For me,” Shelton said, “it always kicks off with a jolt in my head.”

I nodded. “I’m not sure if I hear it or feel it, but something snaps in my brain. The weirdness comes after that. Then there’s another snap and I’m back to normal.”

“That’s right,” Hi said. “My vision went crazy again last night. The opener was just what you describe.”

“These flares must have a trigger,” Ben said. “Something that sets them off.”

Flare. Perfect description.

“Bottom line, we need answers,” I said. “And there’s only one place to look.”

“Crap.” Hi closed his eyes. “We’re going back, aren’t we?”

“Just Ben and me,” I reassured him. “We can’t all go. Too suspicious.”

“Fine by me.” Shelton and Hi spoke in unison.

“Where are we going?” Ben asked.

“Loggerhead. After school.” I waved a hand. “No biggie. Just breaking in to Karsten’s office and searching his files.”

“Pff.” Ben pooched air through his lips. “I thought you meant something dangerous.”

“You’re nuts. Suicidal.” Shelton was ear-tugging double-time.

“Maybe,” I said. “You and Hi also have an assignment.”

“What now?” Hi sounded resigned. “Steal a car? Invade Russia?”

“The Internet didn’t provide enough information about parvovirus. According to everything we found, we weren’t supposed to be at risk. We need to know more. You two are going to dig up as much as you can at the CU medical library.”

Hi and Shelton looked relieved that their task was legal.

“We’ll cover it, top to bottom,” Shelton promised.

“And I’m not giving up on Katherine Heaton,” I added. “I’m still waiting for Chance to get back to me on the print.”

The others nodded, committed to seeing the investigation through.

“Ten-hut, Virals!” Hi barked like a sergeant ordering new recruits. “We have missions to complete!”

CHAPTER 46

An hour later I paused on Bolton’s front steps, dreading what awaited me inside the doors.

Jason was in my first period class. Last night I’d ditched him, with all his friends watching. Not to mention that I’d knocked him silly.

Would he be furious? What would he say? The encounter promised to be super-awkward.

Bolton’s hallways always hum with gossip. Normally I manage to avoid the limelight. Not likely this time. The story of the Pink Monster was sure to top the playlist.

I caught a break. Lecture in biology. Our lab group wouldn’t meet. Lucky. Given Chance’s flirtatious comments, I wanted to see Hannah even less than Jason.

And I still hadn’t completed my DNA comparisons. Due tomorrow.

Jason’s attention strayed to my desk several times. I kept my head down, eyes glued to my laptop. My lecture notes were detailed enough to sell to a publisher.

At the bell, I shot out the door. For the rest of the morning, I kept a low profile.

During lunch I hid in the computer lab, working on my part of the presentation. Comparing the sequences took most of the hour. When I’d finished, I emailed my results to Jason and Hannah.