They both considered various explanations.
What if he wanted a lot of fertilized eggs to experiment on?
They were both silent for long moments.
And do what?
To create telepaths?he finally asked.But would anyone have thought of that so long ago?
Or even now.
True.
If we had a bunch of IQ Tests, it sounds like it had something to do with brain function. Maybe this doctor had some other effect in mind, and he didn’t know the ultimate result?
Jake went back to the laptop, until he was interrupted by a powerful thought from Rachel.
It was her. I mean the guy who set the fire.
He turned around and stared at her.
Rachel went on, her excited thoughts coming out in a fast stream.It looked like a man with a mask, but Evelyn Morgan was the one sloshing the gasoline around the clinic. Evelyn.
Jake brought back the picture Rachel had sent him. They’d both thought it was a guy, but someone short and slender--who could have actually been a woman.
I thought there was something familiar about the arsonist.
The limp. You remember her limp?
Yes, but why was she burning the place down?
To hide evidence,Rachel answered immediately.More reason to think the in vitro fertilization was a cover for something else.
They both sat silently, mulling that over, but they were unable to come to any conclusions.
We made some assumptions about Evelyn that might not be true.
She wasn’t such a sweet old lady.
Back when she burned the clinic, maybe she had job to do–and she followed orders.
Jake went back to the laptop, looking for more information on the fire.
He found another article that quoted a nurse who worked there, saying that it was fortunate the fire had been at night so that no parents and children had been injured.
“Maven Bolton.” Rachel said the nurse’s name aloud.
“Maybe she’s still in town.” Jake went to one of the search engines and found a listing in Houma for a woman with that name.
“You think it’s the same person?”
He did some more digging. “She’s a retired nurse. She worked at the local hospital for fifteen years. It says she was at a private clinic before that.”
“So what are we going to say to her?”
He thought for a moment.That after my parents died, I found some information about the Solomon Clinic, and wanted to talk to someone who had worked there.
And who am I?
