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a storage and retrieval center for seemingly useless trivia. “Just one man and his son. Jerome Beard.”

 

“How many exits to the town?” Jordan beseeched her again, and while she got the original faxed map that James Hann had sent them she heard Jordan becoming irked with the old man. “No, I do not think better when I repeat your questions like an idiot. Jillian thinks better when I repeat your questions like an idiot.”

 

She tried not to laugh as she held up the map. His look shut her up. Jordan’s face clearly displayed that she would be the one making the next of these phone calls.

 

His shoulders slumped and his free hand went to his eyes. “Yessir. It looks like four exits. But that’s -”

 

Jillian waited while Jordan’s teeth clenched, her own lower lip folding in to be chewed on, a habit she had thought she had broken years ago.

 

It sounded a bit like Charlie Brown’s schoolteacher was on the other end of the line, she could only make out that Landerly was speaking. And since she hadn’t heard anything before, she gave serious thought to the possibility that he was yelling at Jordan. If she was braver she would have grabbed the phone out of his hand and told Landerly where to stuff it. If she hadn’t landed her dream job with the CDCP right out of her residency 
 well, she had to admit to herself that there were enough ifs to leave the phone right in Jordan’s hands where it already was.

 

Finally, Jordan spoke again. “It’s a hand drawn map sir. It looks reasonably accurate but to be truthful checking out Mr. Hann’s cartography skills wasn’t on our list of things to do. So there may well be undrawn roads or paths - 
 . well, we’re in backwoods Tennessee. And these people walk or even ride horses a lot of places so there’s no way we can cover all the exits
 .”

 

Jillian stood there for forever while Jordan talked about the fact that they had checked every criterion they could think of. They were almost out of needles and reagents. All they had achieved was that they could reasonably predict who would come down with it next. Jillian’s money was on Mr. Parson. He was married to a victim – exposure was strike one, was old - strike two, and his Chem panel showed that he had a very low TSH - strike three.

 

But that was morbid.

 

And probably correct.

 

Jordan looked ready to explode. And Jillian stood nearby to offer support, but made a desperate effort to drown out what was actually being said.

 

How long she stood there like that, watching Jordan move his hand from his hip to his temples, switch the phone from one side to the other, talk about McCann and how little information they had, she had no idea.

 

The first thing that registered was “Jillian and I thank you, sir.” As he hung up the phone.

 

His stance slugged even a little further down. His eyes all but closed. His back found the wall and he looked up at the ceiling, though Jillian had to wonder what he was looking at. She stepped forward to give him a hug, to thank him for handling that 
 monstrosity of a phone call.

 

For a brief moment she thought he didn’t see her, and she saw her arms extend to him and she saw an awkward moment in the immediate future. But he was Jordan. He saw her coming and alleviated any tension by reacting. Just loosely draped his arm around her waist in a limp return-hug and mumbled ‘thank-you’ into her shoulder.

 

Her own voice was stronger, having not just been through the wringer with Landerly. “So, what? We just go to BigLots and buy about thirty rolls of ‘quarantine’ tape and make some makeshift roadblocks?”

 

Jordan chuckled a little. “Something like that. We try to keep the people contained as best we can. More recording than anything else. The backup ‘rural’ team will be here in two days.”

 

“Two days!” She stood up straight, planting her hands on her hips as she removed herself from his embrace.

 

“Yup.”

 

“Well - 
 how-
 oh, fuck it. I’m not even going to try to figure that one out.”

 

Jordan’s eyebrows raised again, and his blue-green eyes rolled her way.

 

She pressed her lips together. “Yes, I know the F-word.” Then she shrugged. Perhaps the best plan was avoidance. “Thank you for fielding that call. Landerly is going to kill us one of these days.”

 

Jordan shook his head. “No he won’t. He’s just going to name this disease after us. So whenever anyone feels nauseated they’ll think ‘Brookwood-Abellard’. It’s how I always imagined my life.” His tone changed to a little more wistful. “People will say, ‘oh, Abellard, like that horrid disease that makes you vomit and die?"

 

Jillian was trying to get the picture. “Why isn’t it ‘Abellard-Brookwood’?”

 

“Doesn’t sound as good.”

 

“Oh, and there’s a law about discordant names for vicious fatal diseases.”

 

He finally looked up and smiled at her, a real, full-on Jordan smile. And she was grateful that Landerly hadn’t been too much of an ass.

 

“We should call and see if we can interview David Carter again.”

 

“We do need to see him. We need to get him quarantined. He’s been in McCann, right?”

 

Jillian stilled. “In and out. Repeatedly.” Then more quietly “Oh, God.”

 

Jordan took her hand, pulling her behind him and out the door. “Not ‘Oh, God’. Everyone’s been in and out of McCann. And there’s no way to track it or to have prevented it.”

 

Jillian nodded, guessing that he was right. Her imagination that they were responsible was only partly true, and it was impossible, not to mention improper, to impose quarantine without the proper criteria. Still, Oh God.

Chapter 7

There was a knock at the hotel room door. David opened his mouth to yell that he didn’t need room service, before realizing that room service didn’t exist here.

 

And that meant someone was really knocking on his door. He was hardly awake, and barely moving, given that he had spent the day climbing trails in the mountains. He’d been taking topsoil samples and testing them as best he could out in the middle of nowhere. But now he was sore, and slow, and he pushed his hands against the cheap paint job of the door and stuck his face flush against it before realizing that there wasn’t even a peephole.

 

Well, there was a chain lock, not that that offered him any real protection 
 So he turned the knob, while muttering something about ‘coming’ and looked out the crack that the chain afforded. Not anyone he knew.

 

Just some guy with a sweatshirt on.

 

“Are you Dr. David Carter?”

 

David nodded, still trying to clear his head, and a slightly familiar voice gave her name before he could place the melody and cadence in his memory.

 

“I’m Dr. Jillian Brookwood, we spoke a few days ago -”

 

He nodded and closed the door on the young man, jerking the chain out of its slot and letting the door swing freely this time. “Come in.” He smiled and pretended he was awake. “What can I do for you?”

 

For a brief moment he considered apologizing for the state of the motel room. But it wasn’t messy, just 
 awful. And he remembered that the good Dr. Brookwood had mentioned that she was staying in McCann, so his accommodations were probably better than either of theirs. He finally realized that the thing nagging the edges of his conscious thought was her voice, offering pleasantries and introducing her partner, who was scowling at David who was eyeing Dr. Brookwood. “-Dr. Jordan Abellard.”

 

So David stuck his hand out and pretended he’d heard the whole thing. “Nice to meet you Dr. Abellard.

 

Are you staying in McCann as well?” See, he could fake it with the best of them. He’d had whole conversations with his father where he hadn’t paid attention to one piece of the shit his father was trying to feed him.

 

“Yes, Dr. Brookwood and I have rented a house there.”

 

A house? “Oh, are you married?”

 

“No.” Her voice.

 

“Yes.” His.

 

But then Dr. Abellard looked sideways at his partner and laughed. Raising his eyebrows and putting his hands up like he’d been caught, he confessed. “No, we’re not married, but the people who own the house are very religious. So we told them we were.”

 

“Ahhh.” So the Doc was off limits. That was a damn shame. But David just smiled and waited.

 

It was Abellard who caught on first. “May I sit down?” He motioned to the end of the unused queen bed near the door. “Jillian’s report stated that you were doing research in the area and that you had come back for a personal visit.”

 

David nodded. Yeah, get to the point.

 

“I have to tell you that this doesn’t look like a personal visit. We haven’t seen you in town at all.”

 

David started to protest, but Abellard raised his hand. “Hear me out
 people are getting sick.”

 

David raised his eyebrows in surprise, before cursing himself for giving away his hand. Dr. Abellard nodded at him, acknowledging his slip. “Yeah, I didn’t think you knew.”

 

Jillian looked as surprised as David felt about Abellard’s accusations. But she had the grace to sink down beside him on the green and gold-ish comforter and look up at David questioningly.

 

With a sigh, he fessed up. “You’re right. What do you want?”

 

“People are dying in McCann.”

 

This was just getting too weird. The CDC was sitting on his crappy motel bed telling him that people were dying in the town he was researching. “What is it that they have?”

 

Abellard’s lips were tight. “That’s just it. We don’t know.” He opened his mouth but no sound came and he closed it just as fast. Making David wonder what the doctor wasn’t telling him.

 

But he wasn’t about to find out.

 

“We do know it starts with a stomach upset. And you had that, but you have no other symptoms.”

 

“So, I don’t have it, right?” David felt the worry festering in him.

 

Jillian nodded. “We’d like your permission to run a series of assays on your blood, testing for the profile we’ve seen in the victims.” She pulled a rubber tourniquet, blood vials, gloves and a huge needle from her jacket pocket. Unlike her partner, she went straight for the punch, her eyes looking into his waiting for his yes/no response.

 

His chest moved. It was a gesture of resignation. They hadn’t mentioned the odd piles of stones stacked in the corner or asked him anything about his research. They only wanted his blood.

 

“Sure. Just leave me enough to get a good night’s sleep.”

 

Dr. Jillian popped up off the bed with a surprising amount of energy, and she was shoving up his sleeve and had the rubber strap around him before he even had his arm fully extended to her. Her fingers were quite gentle given the amount of enthusiasm she had for getting his blood sample. Her gloves slid into place with seemingly no effort on her part, and she pushed the vein with her finger before sliding in the needle that he hadn’t even seen her attach to the vacuum tube. He felt the pinch then watched as his blood pumped into the vial.

 

After a moment she jerked open the tourniquet allowing

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