Dead Love (11 page)

What a prick. He was attractive, and she had dated him steadily for several months. He was Mr. Suave, and she fell for it. Damn, how could she ever have ever fallen for him. She had believed his every word and thought he truly loved her. He had promised her further advancements, how they would work together on fascinating life-saving discoveries, never seeing or believing, or wanting to believe, who he truly was. How abruptly she had found out the truth.

Suzy put hostility aside for the moment, needing full concentration, and stepped behind his desk. She opened the laptop, which was sitting on a small computer stand, just to the right of his desk. She was well acquainted with his habits, after many months of observation, and knew he always left his computer behind during his trysts. After accessing the network, Suzy logged on to the secret e-mail account she had set up from his laptop. She wrote a new e-mail, with the brief, memorized message, and saved it as a “draft” making it appear to be a “dead drop.”

All of this took only a few minutes. She shut down the computer, wiped the keys with the handkerchief she had placed in her lab coat pocket, closed the laptop, and wiped off the lid. She turned the light off in his office. His tall oak bookcase was against the wall on the left side of his desk. She grabbed a book from the shelf,
The Study of Virology
, a reference she frequently borrowed. As Suzy opened the door, she glanced around to make sure no one was in the hall. Suzy walked down the hall to the coffee room, carrying the book. She poured some hot water for tea, grabbed a teabag, and walked back to her office, waved hello to her assistant, Beth, who was talking on the phone in the office adjacent to Suzy’s.

“That went well,” she thought. “Bastard!” she said under her breath.

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35

G
eorge and Mark were headed to ECBC, the Edgewood Chemical and Biological Center. They wanted to speak to Dr. Adams, the lab director as soon as possible, regarding the possible toxin or agent in question. They needed to know who had access to the delivery, storage, and testing of the dangerous biological agents and toxins. The more information they could obtain, the sooner the perpetrator or perpetrators would be found.

The drive had started out slowly. George was making notes as Mark made his way through the city. He placed the red flashing light on top of his car to ease the way through traffic snarls. He got to I-95, hooked up with the state police car, and headed south. Traffic was steady, and they were making good time. The siren helped.

Occasionally, George would glance over at Mark and study his face and strong forearms as he drove. He was intense, and she could tell he was thinking about the case. He was going over the evidence and trying to piece things together, but this particular event was of vast magnitude, with consequences difficult to comprehend. They were both determined to find the person or persons responsible.

Mark followed the Maryland State Police escort to the secure entrance of the Edgewood Lab. Mark gave a wave of thanks to the trooper who responded with a nod as he pulled away. Two well-armed MPs flanked the twelve-foot high wrought iron gates in front of the Edgewood complex. One of the guards approached the car and asked Mark for ID.

After looking it over, he said, “Wait here, sir.” He went into the security booth, spoke on his radio, and then approached Mark’s car again.

“Agent Strickland, your escort will be with you any moment. May I see your ID, ma’am?” he asked. George passed it to him, and after looking it over, he handed it back, saying, “Thanks.”

“Please open your trunk, sir.” Mark pushed the release on the dashboard.

The guard stepped to the rear of the car and, a moment later, shut the trunk. He returned to the booth and opened the gate. A staff car was waiting inside, and Mark followed the car to the Security Administration Building. He pulled into the space alongside the staff car, and Lieutenant Randall, wearing her dress blues, got out, introduced herself to Mark and George, and requested that they follow her. They were shown into a small lobby of drab military décor and signed in at the desk. Lieutenant Randall said she would be their escort and gave them some background on the Edgewood Laboratory.

George and Mark followed Randall as she drove to the main lab offices, not far from where they were. Lt. Randall parked in front of the building, and after Mark parked the Mustang, Randall led them through double glass doors into the reception area. The lieutenant stepped aside as George showed her ID to the receptionist and asked to speak with Dr. Adams. The receptionist said that Dr. Adams was out at the moment, but he should be return shortly if they wanted to wait.

“Yes, we’ll wait,” said George, with some irritation. George noticed the armed military guards standing at attention near the entrance. The Edgewood lab had a high level of security presence, understandably so. The receptionist, Stacy, offered them coffee or a cool beverage, and both opted for the second.

“What time does Dr. Adams normally return from lunch?” asked Georgiana, as she was handed the tall glass of iced tea.

“It varies,” said Stacy. “I think he had an errand today, so he might be late.”

George continued, “Is there anyone else we could speak with regarding your facility’s procedures and functions?”

Stacy said, “Dr. Chen is the assistant director. Perhaps she is here and could speak to you, if that would be helpful.”

“Yes, please,” Georgiana said.

From Georgiana’s experience, assistants often shared more information, having less at stake.

Stacy said, “She just got back from lunch. Let me check.”

After a few minutes, Stacy hung up her phone and said, “Dr. Chen will be with you shortly.”

“Thanks very much,” said George.

While waiting for Dr. Chen, Mark and George went over their list of questions. Lieutenant Randall was staying close by, but out of hearing range. George asked Mark how they should start the interview.

He kept his voice low, saying, “Let’s start by asking if she has heard of the patient admitted to the Edgewood Medical facility. We can go from there.” George nodded in agreement.

Stacy ushered them to the conference room, not far from the reception area. Randall followed but stood outside the doorway. The conference room was well furnished, with a lamp table, telephone, a tall fluted corner lamp, and a large conference table, with seating for twelve. A large framed aerial photograph of the APG was hanging on one wall.

“Please have a seat. It should only be a few minutes.”

When Stacy returned, accompanied by Dr. Chen, she made introductions, asked if they cared for more refreshments, and then left, closing the door behind her.

George and Mark were caught off guard by Dr. Chen’s beauty and elegant appearance. Mark was clearly intrigued by her knockout good looks. The white lab coat over Dr. Chen’s black linen sheath dress couldn’t hide her spectacular figure. The spiked open-toed black patent leather heels revealed turquoise nail polish. The shoes highlighted her sexy legs, as well. But her tone was serious, and she seemed somewhat stand offish. But why not? It isn’t often that the FBI would want an interview, but from the morning’s news reports, she should have expected an investigation.

They stood and shook her hand. “It is a pleasure meeting you. Thank you for seeing us on such short notice,” said George.

“Please have a seat.” Suzy motioned toward the chairs as she sat at the head of the table, closest to the door. Dr. Chen then asked, “How can I be of assistance, Agent Reilly and Agent Strickland?”

“I guess you’ve heard of the recent admission to the medical facility here at the Proving Grounds of the New York City subway maintenance worker with a possible exposure to a poisonous toxin or biological agent?” asked Mark.

“Yes, of course,” she said. “He is in serious condition.” She paused. “At this time, our chemists are working on the specimens. We expect a preliminary analysis soon.”

Georgiana said, “We have reason to believe that there was a terrorist attack at an Express Subway Station, with one worker in question, and possibly others, exposed to a toxin or possible weapons grade agent of an unknown nature. Our agency received a possible warning that such an attack would take place. Evidence found at the scene, currently at the Quantico lab, leads us to conclude that this is, in fact, the most probable scenario.” George spoke firmly. “Due to the seriousness of what we are dealing with, we must be frank.”

“Certainly,” said Dr. Chen, her blank facial expression unchanged, but Mark noticed light moisture forming above her upper lip.

Suzy said, “Perhaps you should discuss this with Dr. Adams. He will return from lunch soon.”

Mark was staring at her and said, “We would like to speak with him when he returns. In the meantime, give us some background on what goes on here at Edgewood, and if there is any likelihood that a toxic agent could have been stolen from this facility and used in such an attack?” He waited.

Dr. Chen was adamant. “Absolutely not. No materials of such dangerous nature have been removed from our secure containment center. We are a military facility and a leading research campus. Our renowned staff have impeccable reputations. There has been no breech in our security. Our chemists, along with those from the CDC are currently working jointly on specimens possibly relating to the ‘incident’ in New York City. As soon as we have information, we will notify Dr. Ambrose and Homeland Security Director Bennett, as has been requested.”

She stood up. “Now, if you have any further questions, I suggest you speak to Dr. Adams or check with the CDC.”

Mark and George stood, realizing that this meeting had just come to a screeching halt.

“Thank you, Dr. Chen,” George said.

Chen said, dismissively, “I must check on the progress of the testing. Please excuse me.”

Mark’s eyes followed her as she walked out.

George looked at Mark and said, “I guess the meeting is over.”

George said, “Find out everything you can about Chen.”

Mark nodded agreement, but something wasn’t right with this chick.

As Suzy walked back to her office, Beth intercepted her. “The lab just called. They tried to reach Dr. Adams, but he is still not back from lunch.”

“I will handle this, Beth, thank you.”

Suzy sat down behind her desk and called Adams on his private cell phone number. “I am not covering for him,” she thought. “Let the Director handle it.” Bitterness swept through her as she listened to the unanswered rings.

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36

A
fter Dr. Chen’s sudden departure, Georgiana and Mark remained in the conference room, deciding their next move. George began to speak, and Mark motioned that they should step outside, not wanting to risk being overheard. As they left, George thanked the receptionist, mentioning they would return shortly. They asked her to have Dr. Adams call them as soon as he returned. Stacy jotted down George’s cell phone number. Lieutenant Randall followed them outside and got into her car. They were getting used to their “shadow.”

“Let’s go over this place thoroughly,” said George. “Call Wally and ask him to come here ASAP and request that he bring a forensics investigative team. I want computers, all videos of deliveries, the lab inventoried, everything.”

George was convinced something wasn’t quite right.

She said, “Dr. Chen was a little defensive. I want background checks on everyone, starting with Chen. I am going to check in with Fran and get an update. Maybe she knows something about the virus or whatever the hell we are dealing with.”

Mark got on his cell phone and started things rolling with Wally. George was still talking to FBI Manhattan Field Office Director Fran Jacobs, when Mark got in the car and started the AC. It was steaming hot in the Mustang. George completed her call and then opened the door, took her jacket off, and laid it on the backseat.

Mark noticed that her blouse was damp, clinging to the curves of her breasts. Damn, she was beautiful. And smart. What a turn-on.

George said, “The meeting hasn’t started yet. As soon as it does, Jacobs will call. Dr. Ambrose from the CDC will be conferencing in, as well, and we’re going to coordinate operations. Director Bennett is there, as well as the police commissioner, a FEMA representative, the MTA, and perhaps some others. We’ll know soon what’s going on.”

George continued, lifting her long hair off her neck, “Get this. Fran told me that the Century flight that made the emergency stop at BWI has another sick crew member. She was admitted to Miami University Medical Center. She has the same symptoms as the other flight attendant, Mrs. Ryan, who is being treated at Johns Hopkins.”

Mark looked at George and said, “Not good. Maybe Homeland Security should hold that plane on the tarmac for a while?” Mark said, more as a statement than a question.

“Makes f-ing sense to me,” she answered. The air conditioner was starting to work. George’s cell phone rang. “Yes, Wally, what’s up? Fast work. Thanks.”

George turned to Mark and said, “Wally checked out Chen on a hunch. Did you know the NCS has been investigating Dr. Chen?”

Mark said quietly, “Bingo.”

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37

The Mayor’s Office

G
eorgiana and Mark were sitting in Mark’s car, waiting for Jacobs to call. The AC was on high, keeping them cool. The meeting would be starting momentarily. George had briefed Jacobs earlier on their meeting with Dr. Chen and her NCS status, and Fran agreed that the lab should be scrutinized thoroughly. The facility housed many deadly viruses and toxic biological agents, therefore a logical starting point.

Dr. Ambrose came on the line, and introductions were made. It took only minutes for George and Mark to be conferenced in.

The Mayor began the meeting, asking each department head to report on any developments in their areas. Everyone acknowledged Mark and George, the FBI field agents presently in charge of the investigation, noting their current location at the Edgewood Laboratory.

Dr. Ambrose interrupted the meeting, excusing himself to take an urgent call.