Part 31 (1/2)

”Exactly. I proved that a human being is is his DNA. The young generation is interested in how this process works. What is the mechanism by which a combination of chemicals gives me blue eyes and another combination gives you eyes which are a deep, dark shade of brown, almost chocolate colored, I guess.” his DNA. The young generation is interested in how this process works. What is the mechanism by which a combination of chemicals gives me blue eyes and another combination gives you eyes which are a deep, dark shade of brown, almost chocolate colored, I guess.”

”Berry!” she said with a wry smile. ”If I were a thirty-year-old secretary with perky b.r.e.a.s.t.s I might imagine you were flirting with me.”

That was better, he thought. She had softened at last. ”Perky?” he said, grinning. He deliberately looked at her bust, then back up at her face. ”I believe you're as perky as you feel.”

She laughed, but he could tell she was pleased. At last he was getting somewhere with her. Then she said: ”I have to go.”

d.a.m.n. He could not keep control of this interaction. He had to get her attention in a hurry. He stood up to leave with her. ”There will probably be a committee to oversee the creation of the new library,” he said as they walked out of the cafeteria. ”I'd like your opinion on who should be on it.”

”Gosh, I'll need to think about that. Right now I have to give a lecture on antimatter.”

G.o.dd.a.m.n it, I'm losing her, Berrington thought.

Then she said: ”Can we talk again?”

Berrington grasped at a straw. ”How about over dinner?”

She looked startled. ”All right,” she said after a moment.

”Tonight?”

A bemused look came over her face. ”Why not?”

That would give him another chance, at least. Relieved, he said: ”I'll pick you up at eight.”

”Okay.” She gave him her address and he made a note in a pocket pad.

”What kind of food do you like?” he said. ”Oh, don't answer that, I remember, you think about your particle accelerator.” They emerged into the hot sun. He squeezed her arm lightly. ”See you tonight.”

”Berry,” she said, ”you're not after after something, are you?” something, are you?”

He winked at her. ”What have you got?”

She laughed and walked away.

35.

TEST-TUBE BABIES. IN VITRO FERTILIZATION. THAT WAS THE link. Jeannie saw it all. link. Jeannie saw it all.

Charlotte Pinker and Lorraine Logan had both been treated for subfertility at the Aventine Clinic. The clinic had pioneered in vitro fertilization: the process by which sperm from the father and an egg from the mother are brought together in the laboratory, and the resulting embryo is then implanted in the woman's womb.

Identical twins occur when an embryo splits in half, in the womb, and becomes two individuals. That might have happened in the test tube. Then the twins from the test tube could have been implanted in two different women. That was how identical twins could be born to two unrelated mothers. Bingo.

The waitress brought Jeannie's salad, but she was too excited to eat it.

Test-tube babies were no more than a theory in the early seventies, she was sure. But Genetico had obviously been years ahead in its research.

Both Lorraine and Charlotte said they had been given hormone therapy. It seemed the clinic had lied to them about their treatment That was bad enough, but as Jeannie thought through the implications she realized something worse. The embryo that split might have been the biological child of Lorraine and Charles, or of Charlotte and the Major-but not both. One of them had been implanted with another couple's child.

Jeannie's heart filled with horror and loathing as she realized they could both both have been given the babies of total strangers. have been given the babies of total strangers.

She wondered why Genetico had deceived its patients in this appalling way. The technique was untried: perhaps they needed human guinea pigs. Maybe they had applied for permission and had been refused. Or they could have had some other reason for secrecy.

Whatever their motive for lying to the women, Jeannie now understood why her investigation scared Genetico so badly. Impregnating a woman with an alien embryo, without her knowledge, was about as unethical as could be imagined. It was no wonder they were desperate to cover it up. If Lorraine Logan ever found out what had been done to her, there would be h.e.l.l to pay.

She took a sip of coffee. The drive to Philadelphia had not been wasted after all. She did not yet have all the answers, but she had solved the central puzzle. It was deeply satisfying.

Looking up, she was astonished to see Steve walk in.

She blinked and stared. He was wearing khakis and a blue b.u.t.ton-down, and as he came in he closed the door behind him with his heel.

She smiled broadly and stood up to greet him. ”Steve!” she said delightedly. Remembering her resolution, she threw her arms around him and kissed him on the lips. He smelled different today, less tobacco and more spice. He hugged her to him and kissed her back. She heard the voice of an older woman saying, ”My G.o.d, I remember when I felt like that,” and several people laughed.

She released him. ”Sit here. Do you want something to eat? Share my salad. What are you doing here? I can't believe it. You must have followed me. No, no, you knew the name of the clinic and you decided to meet me.”

”I just felt like talking to you.” He smoothed his eyebrows with the tip of his index finger. Something about the action bothered her-Who else have I seen do that?-but she pushed it to the back of her mind.

”You go in for big surprises.”

Suddenly he seemed edgy. ”I do?”

”You like to show up unexpectedly, don't you?”

”I guess so.”

She smiled at him. ”You're a little strange today. What's on your mind?”

”Listen, you got me all hot and bothered,” he said. ”Can we get out of here?”

”Sure.” She put a five-dollar bill on the table and stood up.

”Where's your car?” she said as they stepped outside.

”Let's take yours.”

They got into the red Mercedes. She fastened her seat belt, but he did not. As soon as she pulled away he edged close to her on the bench seat, lifted her hair, and started kissing her neck. She liked it, but she felt embarra.s.sed, and she said: ”I think we may be a little too old to do this in a car.”

”Okay,” he said. He stopped and turned to face forward, but he left his arm draped around her shoulders. She was heading east on Chestnut. As they came to the bridge he said: ”Take the expressway-there's something I want to show you.” Following the signs, she turned right onto Schuylkill Avenue and pulled up at a stoplight.

The hand over her shoulder dropped lower and he started fondling her breast. She felt her nipple stiffen in response to his touch, but all the same she felt uncomfortable. It was strangely like being felt up on a subway train. She said: ”Steve, I like you, but you're going a little too fast for me.”

He made no reply, but his fingers found her nipple and pinched it hard.

”Ow!” she said. ”That hurt! For Pete's sake, what's got into you?” She shoved him away with her right hand. The light turned green and she drove down the on-ramp for the Schuylkill Expressway.