Human experimentation in medicine -- Fiction; Suspense fiction
"Hi, baby." She reached down and ruffled the sheepdog's ears.
"I really love her," Jennifer said as she reached down to pet her too.
Knickers began a dance of joy, then ran to search for her rubber ball
behind the couch, hoping for a game of fetch with Jennifer.
"By the way, I can't tell you how I appreciate your taking her. She's
going to love being at your place awhile. I'm sure she gets bored crazy
being here all the time. I probably should get a puppy or something to
keep her company, but then she'd be jealous. And I'm not about to get a
stupid cat."
"She loves me because she knows I love her," Jennifer said. "I always
play with her when you bring her into the office. At least I think she
loves me. This may turn out to be the test."
Ally headed into the bedroom, opened a drawer, and took out some black
sweatshirts. Those and black jeans were her favorite things to wear
around the house. She slept in a T-shirt and panties, so it wasn't hard
to put together her evening ensemble. Besides, if something went wrong
with the experimental stem cell procedure, it wouldn't matter a damn
what she was wearing.
She threw the clothes into a blue gym bag and headed for the bathroom
to fetch some toiletries. By the time she got back to the living room,
Jennifer had a measuring cup and was shoveling Science Diet into a
large plastic bag.
They delivered Jen and Knickers back to the office. After she gave them
both a farewell hug, she came around and slipped into the Toyota's
driver's seat, moving Stone across.
"I'm actually feeling better now, so I'll drive as long as I can. And
by the way, I'm famished. How about that turkey sandwich?"
"Thought you'd never remember."
Five minutes later, they were headed up the West Side, with Ally at the
wheel. She checked the gas and was relieved to see that she still had
two-thirds of a tank. Stone was leaning back in the seat looking at
her.
"You know, it's easy for me to say, but trying the stem cell procedure
on your heart is probably the right thing for you to do. Still, though,
it makes me nervous. If there's a medical glitch of some kind then . .
. I mean, what the hell is going on with Kristen?"
"I'm going to confront him about that," she said "I damned well want
some answers before I just turn myself over to him."
After they crossed the George Washington Bridge, she began feeling
slightly better. Maybe, she thought, whatever it is is going to pass.
As they headed north up the tree-shrouded highway, she decided to ask
him a question that had been nagging at her mind.
"Stone, I know you hate to have these talks, but something about you
doesn't quite compute for me right now. There's a kind of unnatural
intensity about your pursuit of Winston Bartlett and his stem cell
work. And the same goes for his reaction to you. Way back when, I never
really thought I knew you, and it's still true. I mean, is this all
just about a book on stem cell technology? Or is it something more?"
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