Part 53 (1/2)
Steve said: ”I'm going to tie him up before he comes round. Do you have any cord, Jeannie?”
Mr. Oliver said: ”I have some electric cable. I'll get my toolbox.” He went out.
Jeannie hugged Steve gratefully. She felt as if she had awakened from a nightmare. ”I thought he was you,” she said. ”It was just like yesterday, but this time I wasn't being paranoid, I was right.”
”We said we should make up a code, then we didn't get around to it.”
”Let's do it now. When you approached me on the tennis court last Sunday, you said, I play a little tennis myself.'”
”And you modestly said, 'If you only play a little little tennis, you're probably not in my league.'” tennis, you're probably not in my league.'”
”That's the code. If one of us says the first line, the other has to say the second.”
”Done.”
Mr. Oliver came back with his toolbox. He rolled Harvey over and started to tie his hands in front, binding the palms flat against one another but leaving the pinkie fingers free.
Steve said: ”Why not tie his hands behind his back?”
Mr. Oliver looked bashful. ”If you'll excuse me for mentioning it, this way he can hold his own d.i.c.k when he has to take a p.i.s.s. I learned that in Europe during the war.” He started to bind Harvey's feet. ”This guy won't cause you no more trouble. Now what are you planning to do about the front door?”
Jeannie looked at Steve, who said: ”I busted it pretty bad.”
”I'd better call a carpenter,” Jeannie said.
Mr. Oliver said: ”I got some loose timber in the yard. I could fix it so we can lock the door tonight. Then we could get someone to do a better job tomorrow.”
Jeannie felt profoundly grateful to him. ”Thank you, that's so kind.”
”Don't mention it. This is the most interesting thing that's happened to me since World War Two.”
”I'll help you,” Steve offered.
Mr. Oliver shook his head. ”You two have a lot to discuss, I can see that. Like whether you're going to call the cops on this guy you have trussed up on your carpet.” Without waiting for an answer he picked up his toolbox and went downstairs.
Jeannie collected her thoughts. ”Tomorrow, Genetico will be sold for a hundred and eighty million dollars and Proust will be on the presidential trail. Meanwhile I've got no job and my reputation is shot. I'll never work as a scientist again. But I could turn both situations around, with what I know.”
”How are you going to do that?”
”Well...I could issue a press release about the experiments.”
”Wouldn't you need some kind of proof?”
”You and Harvey together make pretty dramatic evidence. Especially if we could get you on TV together.”
”Yeah-on Sixty Minutes Sixty Minutes or something. I like that.” His face fell again. ”But Harvey wouldn't cooperate.” or something. I like that.” His face fell again. ”But Harvey wouldn't cooperate.”
”They can film him tied up. Then we call the cops, and they can film that too.”
Steve nodded. ”The trouble is, you probably have to act before Landsmann and Genetico finalize the takeover. Once they have the money, they may be able to ride out any bad publicity we generate. But I don't see how you can get on TV in the next few hours. And their press conference is tomorrow morning, according to The Wall Street Journal.” The Wall Street Journal.”
”Maybe we should hold our own press conference.”
Steve snapped his fingers. ”I've got it! We gate-crash their their press conference.” press conference.”
”h.e.l.l, yes. Then maybe the people from Landsmann will decide not to sign the papers, and the takeover will be canceled.”
”And Berrington won't make all those millions of dollars.”
”And Jim Proust won't run for president.”
”We must be crazy,” Steve said. ”These are some of the most powerful people in America, and we're talking about spoiling their party.”
The sound of hammering came from below as Mr. Oliver began to mend the door. Jeannie said: ”They hate black people, you know. All this bulls.h.i.+t about good genes and second-rate Americans is just code. They're white supremacists all dressed up with modern science. They want to make Mr. Oliver a second-cla.s.s citizen. The h.e.l.l with them, I'm not going to stand by and watch.”
”We need a plan,” Steve said practically.
”Okay, here goes,” Jeannie said. ”First we have to find out where the Genetico press conference is being held.”
”Probably a Baltimore hotel.”
”We'll call them all, if necessary.”
”We should probably take a room in the hotel.”
”Good idea. Then I sneak into the press conference somehow, and stand up in the middle of it and make a speech to the a.s.sembled media.”
'They'll shut you up.”
”I should have a press release ready to give out. But then you'll come in with Harvey. Twins are so photogenic, all the cameras will be on you.”
Steve frowned. ”What do you prove by having me and Harvey there?”
”Because you're identical you'll have the kind of dramatic impact that should cause the press to start asking questions. It won't take them long to check that you have different mothers. Once they learn that, they'll know there's a mystery to be uncovered, just as I did. And you know how they investigate presidential candidates.”
”Three would be better than two, though,” Steve said. ”Do you think we could get one of the others there?”
”We could try. We could invite them all and hope that at least one will show up.”
On the floor, Harvey opened his eyes and groaned.
Jeannie had almost forgotten about him. Looking at him now, she hoped his head hurt. Then she felt guilty about being so vengeful. ”After the way I hit him, he probably should see a doctor.”
Harvey came around fast. ”Untie me, you f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h,” he said.
”Forget the doctor,” Jeannie said.