The In Death Collection Books 6-10 - J. D. Robb [306]
It was the flaws he was after.
Brows knit, she ordered a search for articles and data on organ transplant and reconstruction.
An hour later, the words were blurring, her head was throbbing. Frustration had risen to top levels as she’d been forced to ask for definitions and explanations of hundreds of terms and phrases.
It would take her forever to access and dissect this medical bullshit, she thought. She needed an expert consultant, somebody who either knew this area already or who could study and relate it to her in layman’s terms. In cop terms.
A glance at her wrist unit told her it was nearly midnight and too late to contact either Mira or Morris. These were the only medical types she trusted.
Hissing in impatience, she began to slog through yet another article, then her brain cleared with a jolt as she read a report from a newspaper article dated 2034.
NORDICK CLINIC FOR HEALTH
ANNOUNCES MEDICAL BREAKTHROUGH
After more than two decades of research and study on the construction of artificial organs, Dr. Westley Friend, chief of research for the Nordick Clinic, has announced the center’s successful development and implantation of a heart, lung, and kidneys into Patient X. Nordick, along with the Drake Center in New York, has devoted nearly twenty years to research on developing organs that can be mass-produced to replace and outperform human tissue.
The article continued, detailing the impact on medicine and health. With the discovery of a material the body would easily accept, the medical community was dancing on the ceiling. Though it was rare with in vitro testing and repair for a child to be born with a heart defect, for example, some slipped through. An organ could be built using the patient’s tissue, but that took time.
Now the flawed heart could be quickly removed and replaced with what Friend called a longevity replacement that would continue to perform long after the child had used up his one-hundred-twenty-year average life.
They could, the article continued, be recycled and implanted in other patients in the event of the death of the original owner.
Though research on the reconstructing of human organs was being discontinued at both centers, the work on artificial devices would move forward.
Reconstructing human organs had taken the back burner some twenty years ago, Eve thought. Had someone decided to move it back up again?
The Nordick Center in Chicago. The Drake in New York. One more link. “Computer, search and display data on Friend, Dr. Westley, attached to Nordick Clinic for Health, Chicago.”
Working. . . . Friend, Dr. Westley, ID# 987-002-34RF, born Chicago, Illinois, December 15, 1992. Died, September 12, 2058. . . .
“Died? How?”
Death ruled self-termination. Subject injected fatal dose of barbiturates. He is survived by spouse, Ellen, son, Westley Jr., daughter, Clare. Grandchildren—
“Stop,” Eve ordered. She would worry about personal details later. “Access all data on subject suicide.”
Working. . . . Request denied. Data is sealed.
Sealed, my ass, Eve thought. She’d get around that in the morning. She rose to pace and think. She wanted to know all there was to know about Dr. Westley Friend, his work, and his associates.
Chicago, she thought again and shuddered. She might have to take a trip to Chicago. She’d been there before, she reminded herself. It never bothered her.
But she’d never remembered before.
She shook that off and went in to refill her coffee. She’d linked the two centers, the two cities. Would she find that there was a sister center in Paris as well? And maybe other cities, other places?
It made sense, didn’t it? He’d find his specimen, take his sample, then wouldn’t he want to work in worthy surroundings: top-notch labs—places where he would be known and not questioned?
Then she shook her head. How could he run experiments, do research, or whatever the hell he was doing in the lab of a reputable facility? There had to be paperwork, there would be staff. There had to be questions and procedures.
But he was taking the damn