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you. MediChem would never be able to recommend you, of course."

He nodded thoughtfully, almost sadly. "I met a man with a Ph.D. in biochemistry
the other day. He was working at a men's clothing store. Said he couldn't get a
research position. Tried for years. Dried up, bitter man."

Sarah shuddered. "I wouldn't have to wear the skin?"

"No. We've got someone lined up for that."

"And this person is going to shake Ri-- the victim's hand repeatedly or
something?"

Jason's smile deepened. "Seduce him. You know, don't you, that he left the lab
tech?"

Sarah straightened, her shoulders rising.

"Oh, yes," Jason said. "She didn't last long, just a couple of months. He's
been, how should I put it? 'Sleeping around' quite a bit."

Her shoulders collapsed. Maybe I just need a fling . . . . Or maybe a hundred
flings. Or maybe he would never come back. "He was working on a cure for lung
cancer when he worked for MediChem."

Jason's eyes narrowed, but not with a smile this time. "That's what he wanted us
to think."

Sarah laughed incredulously. "You can't believe he was an industrial spy from
the start!"

"He left suddenly, didn't he? Both you and the company. Maybe he got what he
needed from both of us." His voice dropped to a whisper. "He used you, Sarah."

Her stomach knotted. Used her, then thought so little of her, he'd set about to
destroy the most important part of her life, the only thing left of her life. In
her mind she swung the hammer, not at Richard's Waterford crystal, but at his
head.

The cold glint in Jason's eyes grew icier. "Are you going to help, Dr. Huron?"

Sarah flushed.

Jason scraped his foot across one of the cabinet doors. "Of course, if you
refuse, you may prove too dangerous . . . . "

Sarah stared at the floor, imagining it opening up to swallow her. The chasm
rumbled wider, one side stretched by Richard, the other by Jason.

Sarah looked up at Jason slowly, her gaze taking him in from foot to face. She