Part 30 (2/2)
”I don't think what little I know about Gerex would be any help to you.” She was attempting to get her mind back together. ”I actually have a lot of questions about the stem cell procedure myself. I spoke on the phone just now with Dr. Van de Vliet and he described their technology to me in general terms. But maybe I should interview you.
Maybe you could explain it to me using that wonderful gift you have for simplification in your columns.”
”Ally, I don't know anything except what's in the public domain.
They're privately held, so they don't have to tell anybody zilch. I a.s.sume you've actually been out to the Dorian Inst.i.tute, which is more than I can say.”
”Never.”
”But you're enrolled--”
”I'm not enrolled in anything.” To say the least. ”And it bothers me that anybody thinks so. But I am thinking about taking Mom out there tomorrow, if she still wants to go. When I talked to him on the phone, Dr. Van de Vliet wanted me to start the procedure immediately. That's scary, but he does seem to know what he's doing.”
”I take it, then, that you're leaning toward going through with it.”
She hated the way he'd just made her sound so gullible.
”The truth is, I'm more concerned for Mom. He claims he can help her early-onset Alzheimer's, and that would mean a lot.” Why was she telling him all this stuff? She found herself wondering if he'd ever married.
”I'm so sorry to hear that. But the chances are he can.”
”What are you thinking?” she asked finally. ”And why did you call me?
Really? What's going on?”
”I don't know yet. There's a lot I don't know.” He seemed to hesitate.
”Ally, is there any chance whatsoever that--while you're out there--you could get me the names of some of the
people who've been through the clinical trials? The Dorian Inst.i.tute is entirely off-limits to the press. I tried several times to schedule an interview with Karl Van de Vliet, the guy you talked to, but no luck. I can't get past the corporate people. My only hope is to try and find some patients who've been treated and released who've completed the clinical trials. But Gerex has been ruthless about keeping their ident.i.ties secret You are literally the first person I've found who has any connection with the inst.i.tute and is willing to talk about it. That is, _if_ you're willing.”
”Stone, it would be like the blind leading the blind. I don't know the first thing about the place.”
”Well, let me ask you this--when you were talking with him, did Van de Vliet happen to mention any occasion where a subject had been terminated from the trials?”
”It never came up. Why do you--?”
”Never mind. But when and if you go out there, you might inquire about that.” He paused. ”Don't get me wrong. I'm actually Gerex's biggest fan. I mean, considering merely what you told me, that they're claiming to have a procedure that treats early-onset Alzheimer's. Think about it. I'm rooting for your mom, sure, but that's a n.o.bel Prize in itself, right there. We're talking major medical history in the making.”
”And?”
”And I want to publish the first book about it.” He paused. ”Also, a little birdie tells me that something not entirely kosher may be going on out there. No proof, just a reporter's hunch. There's a little too much sudden secrecy.”
Ally was having a strange feeling come over her. She was actually enjoying talking to him.
”s.h.i.+t, Stone, I'm glad you called. I lost two men I loved very much since I knew you and I'm feeling very alone at the moment. I could use some moral support I've got a lot of people bugging me to enter those clinical trials. Even people I'd never met before, like Winston Bartlett, the New York big shot. He's suddenly very concerned about my health. I have no idea what that's about. But it makes me uneasy.”
There was an awkward lull, then, ”Ally, all I'm asking is that you just take the measure of the Dorian Inst.i.tute when you're out there and tell me what you think about the place. Are they performing the miracles they announced as their objective?”
”Look, I'll help you when and if I actually can. So give me your number, okay?”
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