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and the plastic garbage bag full of all his
possessions. But he, too, had had a thrombotic
stroke. And so had another patient, on toward
midnight. A young, active mother of three, her
husband said, who had never been sick a day in her
life. And then, at 3:17 A.M., a vacationing professor
from Howard University, a healthy man in his
thirties, who died at 4:30.
The resident frowned constantly, lost in thought.
The charge nurse was subdued, not looking directly
at anyone. The older nurse said, too loudly,
тАЬCoincidence. Bound to happen someplace,
sometime. If all the apes in the British museumтАжтАЭ
тАЬShut up,тАЭ the charge nurse said.
Rachel said nothing. There was a tight mass in
her stomach, as if she were constipated in the
wrong place. IтАЩm scared, she thought clearly. I donтАЩt
know why, but IтАЩm scared.
All five patients had nearly identical thrombotic
cerebral strokes. All five were black.



ONE

I do solemnly swear that I will support
and defend the Constitution of the
United States against all enemies,
foreign and domesticтАж
тАФSwearing-in oath, Federal Bureau of
Investigation



тАЬStarting over is always more difficult than doing
something the first time,тАЭ Judy Kozinski said from
the sofa, where she was knitting something in
bright purple wool. тАЬItтАЩs the lost innocence.
Different expectations.тАЭ
In his comfortable wing chair across the room,
Cavanaugh looked up, alert as a mouse scenting
feline. Were they talking now about the FBI or
about the marriage thing? Lately, with Judy, he
never knew.
He really didnтАЩt want to talk tonight again about
the marriage thing. Not tonight. Not again.
тАЬI mean, any change of that
magnitudeтАФnaturally it turns everything in your
mind upside down for a while.тАЭ
No clue there. Cavanaugh made his