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and opened was an ID photo of herself.

“This is what was running. Has somebody been fooling around with this computer?”

Jennifer looked puzzled when she saw it “Not that I know of.”

“Then how did this get… ?” She just sat staring. “I didn’t open this file. Does this thing have a mind of its own?”

About eight years ago, Kate Gillis at Manhattan Properties-with whom Ally had an occasional after-work drink-told her she’d scanned all her vital personal documents into her computer at home. She’d said it was an easy way to make a safety backup.

Seemed like a good idea, so Ally had stored a copy of her birth certificate, her driver’s license, all her credit cards, her passport, a set of medical records, even the mortgage on her apartment. She’d even scanned in an ID photo, just for the heck of it. She also suggested to Grant that he do the same.

Brilliant right? Well, maybe not.

The reason was, she’d routinely made an updated copy on a ZIP disk and then copied it onto this computer here in the office. Like a second backup.

“I had everything ready for you for your meeting with Bartlett, so nobody here has touched your computer this morning.” Jennifer furrowed her brow. “Could somebody have picked the locks and come in last night and done this, like a prank or something?”

“Come on. That’s totally far-fetched.” She was trying to imagine how somebody could have gotten in and out and left no trace. Impossible. “This must just be something stupid I did when I came down yesterday after seeing Mom. I don’t remember it, but I guess I was pretty tired.”

“I’ve never seen you that tired.”

Jen’s right, she thought. I was on the city’s Web site checking the Department of Buildings’ Housing Code, but I certainly didn’t pull up my personal data. Computers do strange things, but to open a data file for no reason? That would require a higher intelligence.

Right?

“Jen, you’re our resident computer expert. We leave these things hooked up all the time. I know we have a firewall, but what are the chances that somebody could defeat it somehow and hack into our computers?”

Jennifer was a software whiz and she had all the designs for all the clients on their CAD system, which they used to create a virtual-reality space and allow clients to “walk” through.

“Well, that’s entirely possible. Our firewall software is over a year old. Let me take a look. Maybe I can reverse-engineer what happened. If somebody went through pulling up files, I might be able to figure it out.”

Ally relinquished her chair and stood staring as Jennifer started checking the firewall.

It was scary to think that some stranger could know everything about you. But on the other hand what difference could it make? She had nothing to hide. Still, it was creepy. Her Social Security and credit card information was in that file. Could that be-

“Shit. Ally, you’re not going to believe this. Whoever did this was damned good. We’ve been seriously hacked.”

“How do you know?” She bent over to look.

“Our firewall software has been disabled. In fact, the actual program was uninstalled. Jesus, that’s cool. I think we’d better shut down everybody’s Internet connection right this minute, till we can get some new software.”

“That’s incredible. You mean somebody—”

“Honey, hackers have gotten into Microsoft’s own site. Even the Pentagon, so I’ve heard. Anything is possible.”

“This is not good.”

“What are you thinking?” Jen was still staring at the screen and tapping at the keyboard.

“I’m thinking what a jerk I was. I keep all my personal information in that file, like a safety backup in case my apartment burned down or something. Scanned it in. My passport, driver’s license, credit cards, medical records, everything.”

Jennifer looked puzzled. “You can just cancel the credit cards. As for the rest of the stuff, what could anybody possibly want with it?”

“I don’t know, Jen. I don’t even know if we were hacked by somebody who wants to find out about me, or just look at our designs.”

She was reflecting that when somebody goes through your files, they want the information for a purpose. And that purpose couldn’t be positive for you, or they wouldn’t have started their undertaking with a surreptitious act.

“Well, I’m going to check around and download a new firewall program. Right now.”

“Shit, I don’t need this. I’ve got enough on my mind already. Mom wants to go out to a clinic in the wilds of northern New Jersey and see a doctor there. And the whole thing makes me nervous.”

“Oh Jesus, is the place called the Dorian Institute by any chance?”

“How did-?”

“I’m such a scatterbrain. I took a message for you while you were gone. From a Dr. Van de Something. I think that’s the name of the place he’s with. He wants you to call him back as soon as possible.”

Monday, April 6

11:43 A.m.

Would she call back? Karl Van de Vliet had to believe she would but nothing in this world was sure.

On the nineteen-inch screen of his office IBM, he was scrolling the medical file that he’d downloaded earlier that morning. How Grant Hampton got his hands on it, he didn’t know and didn’t want to know.

Yes, Alexa Hampton would be perfect. She had aortic valve stenosis, well along, the same condition that had precipitated the coronary destruction that took Camille from him. It was the great tragedy of his life.

He studied the charts carefully, trying to assure himself he was making the right choice. What if the stem cell procedure on her heart didn’t work? To fail would mean he couldn’t have saved Camille after all. That was actually the main reason he’d kept putting it off. He didn’t want to know if he couldn’t have rescued her.

But Alexa Hampton was the obvious candidate. Her clinical condition had deteriorated to the point that, at some level, you might even say she had nothing to lose by undergoing an experimental procedure.

And she was perfect in another way as well. Other than her heart condition, which she could do nothing about, she was in excellent physical shape. Her last blood pressure was 110 over 80 and her pulse was 67. She clearly had been exercising, which had been both good and bad for her heart, though on balance probably a plus. In fact, it was indicative of a strong fighting spirit, which was often the best prognosticator of all.

He looked up to see Dr. Debra Connolly walking in. He had just paged her. She was an M.D. who had been his personal research assistant during her grad school days at Stanford. Now she was a full and valued member of the research team. Just turned thirty, she also was a smashing blonde, five-nine, with a figure that would stop traffic, even in her white lab smock. She held Van de Vliet in the reverence always bestowed on a brilliant, beloved mentor.

“Hi, Deb, I wanted you to take a look at this.” He indicated the screen. She knew all about the Beta and what had happened to Kristen, the Syndrome, but she didn’t know about the plan to subject Alexa Hampton to two procedures at once: one for her aortic valve stenosis and another to develop antibodies to combat the looming side effects of the Beta in Winston Bartlett.

“This is the patient I was telling you about. I wanted you to see this. Let’s pray she signs on for the trials, because she looks like she could be perfect, in a lot of ways.”

But if she doesn’t call back, he told himself, what am I going to do?

“What am I looking at?” Debra asked, scrolling the page. “Is this what I think it is?”

“It’s her medical history.”

“How did you get it?” She turned back. “Did she send it?”

“No, Deb, and I don’t think you really want to know.”

“Somehow, I think I probably should.” She looked again at the screen. “We’re in this together.”

“All I know is, I got an e-mail from Grant Hampton, and this was an attachment. She must have been keeping it on a computer somewhere. I understand he’s her brother, but how he got it, I have no idea. He said we’re not supposed to let her know we have it.”

“How recent—”

“This final battery of tests is less than two weeks old,” he said, pointing to the date on the corner of the page. Then he scrolled. “Take a look at her high-speed CT scan. See that degenerative calcification there. Now look at the same test last year.” He scrolled past a number of pages. “See.” He tapped the screen, then scrolled back to the first image. “Over the past year there’s been a significant buildup. She’s made-to- order for the clinical trials.”

And there was another reason he wanted her, which he was reluctant to admit to himself. There was a photo of Alexa Hampton in her medical files and something about her reminded him of Camille. Her eyes had a lot of spirit. They made you want to root for her. It was nothing short of ironic that this woman had the exact same medical condition that took the life of Camille, who had been at his side during the early stages of the research that now might provide a cure. But for Camille it had come too late. It was more than ironic; it was heartbreaking. Now, though, to save Alexa Hampton would be a kind of circular recompense. He took a last look, then closed the file.

“Does she want to be in the clinical trials? There’s not much time left. We’d have to get her—”

“I just left a message at her office,” he said revolving around in his chair. “Grant has talked to her, and so has W.B. This very morning. She’s aware that time is of the essence. But there’s no guarantee she’ll do it.”

He glanced at his mute phone. If she didn’t call back today, he had a feeling that Winston Bartlett might just have her seized and brought to the institute by force.

“I see that her blood type is AB,” Debra said. “Extremely rare.”

Funny she should notice, he thought. Is she going to put it together?

“That’s the same as Bartlett’s blood type,” she continued. “Interesting coincidence, huh?”

“Right.”

“You’re already fond of her, aren’t you?” Deb asked finally. He detected the usual tinge of rivalry seeping into her voice. “Without even meeting her.”

Dear God, he thought, don’t start that. It’s the same with every attractive female patient under the age of fifty. I don’t have time for games now.

The truth was, Karl Van de Vliet was turned on by Debra Connolly. What red-blooded primate wouldn’t be? But she was half his age and to act on that attraction would be to guarantee trouble. He had enough to worry about without a lab romance. Besides, he was still thinking about Camille. They’d had the kind of long-lasting, thick-and-thin love Debra would never understand.

However, she did sufficiently understand the problems with the Beta procedure and the Syndrome, so he had to flirt back. She had to be kept on the reservation. Feign an interest but not enough for it to go anywhere.

“Deb, she’s just an ideal fit for the study, that’s all. Nothing more.”

The stem cell procedure for her stenosis should go forward with only minimal risk. There was every reason to hope he could rejuvenate the tissue in Alexa’s left ventricle. It was merely an extrapolation of the kind of heart procedure that had worked such a wonder for Emma Rosen.

The real challenge was simultaneously attempting the Beta-related procedure. The trick was to stimulate the development of antibodies through a

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