Part 59 (2/2)

”You're very intuitive, Ally,” he said at last ”Maybe I didn't consciously set out to write about stem cells just because I knew Bartlett's Gerex Corporation was a leader in the field. But writing about stem cells automatically meant that I'd have to get close to him at some point. So was it an unconscious choice? If it was, then I wouldn't be aware of it would I?”

”But why would you want to get close to Winston Bartlett?”

”I guess that was your original question, right?”

”Pretty much.”

”There are things about my past that I never told you. I could never decide exactly how to go about it. And truthfully, right now doesn't seem exactly the right moment either. You've got enough on your mind”

”Want to give me a hint?” What could he mean? she wondered. It was clear that Stone Aimes and Winston Bartlett had some kind of holy war going on between them.

”I'll tell you someday soon. But I want us both sitting down in a safe place when I do. It's going to be hard.” He looked away again. ”Someday soon I've got to tell my daughter, Amy, too. Maybe telling you would be a practice drill.”

”So what I'm learning is that I'm not crazy. This is about more than it's about?” She sighed. ”n.o.body's leveling with me. With Van de Vliet I have to worry whether he's telling me the truth every time he opens his mouth. And now you're holding out. It's like that joke about feeling like a mushroom. Everybody keeps me in the dark and feeds me bulls.h.i.+t.” She was slowing down, pulling into an open s.p.a.ce by the roadside. ”Stone, I'm feeling a little dizzy. Maybe it's this conversation, but I think it's time you took the wheel for a while.”

”Hey, don't pa.s.s out on me now,” he said, snapping into the moment.

”I'm not sure I could actually find this place without your help.”

”Don't worry,” she said, bringing the car to a stop. ”I'm all right.

I'm just a little worried about my reflexes.”

He got out and walked around, while she hoisted herself over into the other side.

The evening commute had begun in earnest, so there was a lot more traffic than there had been that morning. But Stone turned out to be an aggressive driver, right on the edge, as though he were racing the clock. She gave him directions and then closed her eyes, hoping to rest. But all she could think about was Stone's refusal to tell her about something that loomed very large in his life.

”Tell me if I'm bothering you and I'll shut up,” he interjected after a few minutes, ”but--not to change the subject--did you actually give anybody permission to stick a needle in you this morning? I mean, are you sure you understood what was going on at the time?”

She s.h.i.+fted and opened her eyes, looking straight ahead.

”Truthfully, I a.s.sumed I was just giving a blood sample. That's what his a.s.sistant said and I took her at her word. I hate needles and I never actually watch when I give blood. This morning I just sort of went along with what was happening. And nothing seemed particularly ominous till Katherine Starr showed up and started blasting away.”

”Well,” he said, ”do your best to get some rest and I'll try to get you there as soon as legally possible.”

She stared out the window a moment before closing her eyes again.

Around them the encroaching greenery of northern New Jersey felt like an ancient forest where magical things could happen. Out here in the forest, was there a magician who had the power literally to save her life?

And what about Stone? Setting aside the troubling fact that he was harboring some mysterious connection to Winston Bartlett--and that was hard to set aside--she was feeling a sense of togetherness with him that brought back a lot of positive memories. Which was bizarre, because she knew so little about what kind of man he'd become. If people are worth their salt, they change a lot in their late twenties and early thirties. So what was he really like now? What did he love? What did he hate? What were his priorities? Did he believe in the Golden Rule?

Mulling over all this, she slowly drifted away... .

Dusk was approaching by the time he pulled to a stop at the gated entrance of the Dorian Inst.i.tute. Along the way he'd begun getting a sense that they were being followed by a dark-colored Lincoln Town Car, but it could have been his imagination. And he hadn't seen it for the past fifteen minutes, after he pulled onto the leafy lakeside drive leading to the inst.i.tute.

”Hey, we're here, Ally. Rise and s.h.i.+ne. How're you feeling?”

There was no response when he touched her.

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