Part 37 (1/2)
”Stone,” Jane said, ”this is--”
”I know,” he said.
Even though they had been practically married, he had never
told her that he was the unacknowledged son of Winston Bartlett. He had never told anyone. To him, his father had died before he was born and that was the story he stuck to.
He naturally had a lot of complex feelings about that. He had seen his mother struggling to give them a decent life, hoofing in the chorus line of Broadway shows long after she should have, and a lot of his anger remained. Now, though, Stone Aimes wanted nothing from the old man. Except the truth.
”Miss Tully,” Bartlett barked, glowering at her, ”I think you'd better leave us alone.”
”Of course,” Jane said with a wry look, and in a tactful instant she had slipped past them and out, gently closing the office door behind her.
”I don't believe it,” Bartlett said turning back after he watched her leave. ”You're trying to blackmail me, you little p.r.i.c.k. Which tells me you're not half as smart as I thought you were.”
Wait a minute! Did that mean Winston Bartlett has been following my career? Stone felt a thrill in spite of himself.
”I never knew you thought about me, one way or the other.”
He was experiencing a curious sensation. Although he was in the same room with his father for only the second time in his life, it felt natural. They were having one of those age-old arguments. The younger generation had just challenged the older generation, and because of that sparks were set to fly.
This was the kind of thing that was supposed to happen between fathers and sons all the time. In fact, it felt good. It felt normal. More than that, he was finally being acknowledged.
My G.o.d, he thought, I share DNA with this man and yet we have so little in common.
Then he had a more scary thought: Maybe we have a lot in common.
”I think it's time you told me what the h.e.l.l you're up to,” Bartlett declared, ignoring the jibe. ”How did you--”
”I'm trying to do us both a favor, but you're not cooperating. If the Gerex clinical trials are going half as well as I think they are, then it seems to me you've got everything to gain by publicity. I'm trying to write the first book that tells the Gerex story. So why the h.e.l.l won't your legal flunkies let me interview Karl Van de Vliet?”
”That's actually none of your business.” Bartlett's eyes abruptly turned cloudy. ”I want you to stay the h.e.l.l away from--”
”Right now I'm the best friend you've got in this world. Believe me.”
Stone couldn't believe he was saying this. For how many years had he loathed and despised this man? But now, for the first time, he actually needed something from him. ”I want to tell the real story of what Van de Vliet has accomplished. What Gerex has accomplished. It'll be the latest word on stem cell technology. But your office keeps giving me the runaround.”
”We have a d.a.m.ned good reason to keep our work proprietary just now,”
Bartlett declared. ”This is like the Manhattan Project.” His eyes bored in. ”The results of the clinical trials are going to cause a press feeding frenzy, and I want to be in a position to control that when the time comes.”
This is incredible, Stone told himself. We 're talking as though we have no history. You have a granddaughter by me whom you've never even seen. Don't you at least care about her?
”I've got a pretty good idea of what Gerex is doing and I think it's going to be a milestone in medical history.” Stone looked at him, trying to figure him out after all these years. For all his bl.u.s.ter, Winston Bartlett seemed like a man with a lot of vulnerabilities and insecurities. He hadn't expected it. ”It so happens I'm a d.a.m.ned good medical reporter and all I'm asking is to be the Boswell to Van de Vliet's Johnson. I want to be the one to chronicle this historic moment. There's no one who can do it better, believe me. Ill even agree to embargo everything until I get a green light from Gerex. But I want to start now and get it right”
”You can't ethically know any details of the work,” Bartlett declared.
”So the question I'm waiting to hear answered is, how did you find out- ?”
”I can't reveal my source.” Because, he told himself, I still don't have one. All 1 have is guesswork. ”But I know that Karl Van de Vliet is running the first successful clinical trials using stem cell procedures. And I'm going to report on it whether you want me to or not. So are you going to help make sure my facts are accurate?”
”I'm going to help make sure there's no reporting at all till I say so,” Bartlett went on. ”Anything you print will be-- by definition-- irresponsible speculation and you can expect enough legal action to--”