Robin Cook - Foreign Body

Laurie was stunned. She’d had no inkling that Jennifer had been abused. For a second she wondered if she should be honest with this man or play along. She decided to be honest. “I was not aware of any of this,” Laurie said.

“Oh my gosh!” Neil blanched. “Obviously I shouldn’t have said anything. But the way Jennifer has always spoken of you as her only and closest mentor, I assumed you would have been the only one to know besides myself.”

“Jennifer never told me. Never even hinted at it.”

“Gosh, I shouldn’t have assumed. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize to me. You’ll have to apologize to Jennifer.”

“Not unless you mention it. Can I ask you not to?”

Laurie thought about the request, trying to decide what was best for Jennifer. “At some point I reserve the right to tell her, if I thought it were in her best interest.”

“Fair enough,” Neil said. “But I’m here because she came to me and asked me to come with her. My first response was to say no. I had too much on my plate to drop everything and go to India. Then she walked out on me. I thought we were done. I mulled over it for a few hours, couldn’t get in touch with her, then decided to come after all.”

“Was she pleased?”

Neil shrugged. “Well, she didn’t tell me to leave.”

“That’s all you got for coming halfway around the world?”

“She’s prickly. But it’s a good thing that I did come. Today, in the Old Delhi bazaar, trying to catch up to her to let her know I was here, I came upon a man trying to accost her in the worst possible manner. He seemed too well dressed to be your stereotypical thief.”

“What do you mean he tried to accost her in the worst possible manner?”

“I mean with a silenced handgun, like he was an assassin.”

Laurie’s jaw dropped open. “What happened?” she demanded.

“We have no idea what this guy’s intentions were, because out of the blue, almost right in front of me, another guy who we later realized was some kind of plainclothes policeman blew the first guy away at point-blank range.”

“What happened next?” Laurie asked. She was horrified. She’d warned Jennifer about too much amateur sleuthing, and it seemed that she’d been right.

Neil told her, how Jennifer had been thrown from the cycle rickshaw, how she’d bolted with the masses, and how he’d managed to find her hiding in a butcher shop.

“Good Lord,” Laurie murmured. She brought a hand up to her face to cover her mouth.

“It was quite a day,” Neil said. “The rest of the day we hid in the hotel. I didn’t even want her coming out here tonight, but she was adamant.”

“Jack!” Laurie called out suddenly, shocking Neil. She’d seen him emerge from the crowd and look in their direction. Laurie waved. “Come back, Jack.”

“This changes everything,” Laurie said to Neil, as Jack made his way over.

“The concern is,” Neil added, “that this possible attempt on her life is because of her activities in relation to her grandmother’s death.”

“Exactly,” Laurie said, waving for Jack to hurry.

“Neil has just told me a very scary episode that happened today,” Laurie said to Jack as he joined them. “Something that I believe is going to change our visit.”

“What?” Jack asked.

Before Laurie could begin, Jennifer appeared out of the crowd and hurried over. “So sorry, everyone. The first ladies’ room was just too crowded, so I had to find another. Anyway, I’m back.” She paused, looking from Laurie to Jack to Neil. “What’s going on? Why the long faces?”

“Neil just told me about your experience today in the Old Delhi bazaar.”

“Oh, that,” Jennifer said with a wave. “I’ve got a lot to tell you. That’s just the most dramatic.”

“I think it’s very serious and has serious implications,” Laurie said soberly.

“Wonderful,” Jennifer said, waving over her head. “I was hoping you’d feel that way. Sorry, but here come the Benfattis, who I told you about.”

“Good evening, folks,” Jennifer said, as Lucinda directed her two sons over to Jennifer and her group.

All of them introduced themselves, and hands were shaken all around.

Jennifer eyed the two boys. Louis was the older and the oceanographer. Tony was the herpetologist and the younger, and he looked more like his mother.

“Jennifer told me about you,” Lucinda said to Laurie and Jack. “She suggested that you might be willing to have a look at my husband, Herbert, before we tell them to go ahead and cremate him.”

“My understanding, at this point, is that your husband’s and Jennifer’s grandmother’s cases are strikingly similar,” Laurie said. “If that’s the case, we would like very much to check it out. Whether an autopsy might be in the offing, I cannot say. Hold off on giving them the green light with the cremation until you hear from us. We’ll be at the hospital tomorrow morning.”

“We’ll be happy to do that,” Lucinda said. “Thank you very much.”

“There’s not going to be an autopsy,” Jennifer said. “Mrs. Varini reminded me of that again today under no uncertain terms. Not unless something very unusual happens. Here in India the doctors cannot make that decision. It’s up to either the police or the magistrates. Did you hear from her today, Lucinda?”

“I did. She made the offer to take Herbert to Varanasi if I’d give the green light. Between you and me, I don’t give a hoot about Varanasi. Anyway, I reminded her my boys were coming tonight, and I told her she would hear from them tomorrow.”

“Did she threaten you at all about tomorrow?” Jennifer asked.

“Yes, something about getting a court order but not until the afternoon. I merely repeated about my boys calling her before noon and hung up. She’s very tiresome.”

Jennifer laughed. “That’s an understatement.”

After agreeing to chat in the morning, the two groups walked over to the Amal Palace Hotel area and found their respective greeters. The greeters in turn called the respective drivers, and the group went outside to wait for their respective rides.

Inside their SUV, Jennifer had taken the front seat, Laurie and Jack the middle, and Neil had climbed into the back row. Although she responsibly had her seat belt on, Jennifer had twisted herself around, facing the rear, essentially sitting on her right leg.

“Okay, you guys,” Jack said, once they got under way. “You’ve kept me in suspense long enough about whatever happened today that was scary and is going to change our visit.”

Jennifer rolled her eyes in the direction of the driver, suggesting it might be best if they held off on discussing sensitive issues until they were back at the hotel. Laurie caught on immediately and whispered as much to Jack. Instead, what they ended up carrying on was an animated discussion about India, and New Delhi in particular. They also talked about Jennifer’s imminent graduation from medical school and how she’d been considering surgery, possibly eyeing New York-Presbyterian for a residency. Jack found the view of the traffic outside the window fascinating for the entire fifty minutes.

When they pulled up to the front of the hotel, Neil called out, “Let’s all group around Jennifer as a safety precaution.”

“What for?” Jack questioned.

“It’s part of what we have to tell you,” Laurie said. “It’s not a bad idea. One can never be too careful.”

Laurie, Jack, and Neil got out of the car before Jennifer, who was cooperating under protest. When she self-consciously followed, the others were grouped around her door as she emerged. In a tight group, they made their way inside.

“Why don’t you guys check in, and then we’ll all have a cold beer?” Jennifer said, recovering her dignity. “Neil and I will wait for you.”