‘Yeah, that was basically my reaction, but with more “aaaargh”. I won’t bore you with the literally gory details, but suffice it to say that the next time I eat solid food, which won’t be for a while yet,’ he waved a hand at the intravenous drip beside the bed, ‘it’ll have a slightly shorter journey through and out. Somewhere around here, there’s a jar with about a foot of my small intestine in it.’
‘Jesus,’ Bianca said. ‘Was there any other damage?’
‘No, I was, air quotes, lucky. Part of my deal with my employers was that I get danger money for working abroad — and also a paid medical plan. Just as well, in hindsight.’
‘I can’t believe how… how relaxed you seem about it.’
‘Well, the first reason is that what’s done is done, so there’s no point having hysterics. The second reason is that I’m drugged to the eyeballs! They’ve got me on quite a cocktail. A good buzz, actually. Reminds me of my college days.’
‘When did all this happen?’
‘Yesterday. Or was it two days ago? It’s confusing enough with the time zones, even if I didn’t feel like I’d just had a damn good toke.’
‘Roger,’ she chided. ‘What about Jill, and the kids? Have they come to see you?’
He shook his head. ‘I haven’t spoken to either of the kids in over a year. And Jill, well…’
She noticed a band of paler skin on the ring finger of his left hand. ‘Oh, Roger! Not again!’
‘Don’t give me that look! I’d already been divorced three times, so the odds of wife number four faring any better weren’t good. Besides, I enjoy looking for the next ex-Mrs Albion. It’s a lot more fun than the actual marriage.’
‘You are a terrible human being,’ Bianca told him mockingly. ‘But what were you doing in Pakistan?’
The jocular look disappeared. ‘I’ve been working on something for US intelligence. I can’t tell you anything else until you get full security clearance, but suffice it to say that something I developed is key to it.’
‘A drug?’
‘Yes. Well, more than one, but they’re related in function. The reason I was out in the field rather than sitting in a nice clean safe lab is that the doses have to be very precise. They depend not only on the subject’s size and weight, body characteristics and so on, but also on an assessment of their physical condition. It’s too complicated to be left to a chart — someone with medical knowledge has to make a determination before deciding the dose.’ Albion glanced towards the door, dropping his voice to a whisper. ‘At least… that’s what I told them.’
She leaned closer. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I mean, any chimp with an iPhone app could work out the right dose. The reason I said it’s incredibly complicated and only I could do it was that the moment they found out I wasn’t indispensable, they would have fired my ass.’
‘What! You…’ She brought her voice back down to a strained whisper. ‘You lied to the CIA?’
‘Technically they’re not the CIA, but I’ll let them explain that. But yes, I bent the truth a little.’
‘A little! Are you out of your mind? They would have sent you to prison if they’d found out. And even though they didn’t, it’s not like you’re any better off. You got shot!’
Even through the drugs, Albion was annoyed by her criticism. ‘Yes, I know, it didn’t exactly turn out as I’d hoped. But I had over two years working for a very generous client. We’re talking black budget here — it’s like a bottomless well of cash. But if I’d said, “Okay guys, here are the formulas and my little black book telling you everything you need to work out the dosages,” then it would all have gone, just like that. Poof! No more money — not even patent royalties. There was no way I was going to give that up willingly.’
Bianca’s tone became scathing. ‘And look where it got you. Stuck in a bed with your gut in a jar.’
‘I don’t need a lecture from you, Miss Childs!’ he snapped, before calming. ‘Sorry, I’m sorry. Yes, I know all this is entirely my own dumb fault. But I’ve just been through yet another divorce, for God’s sake. I need the money, and if I gave up this opportunity, then what? Go back into academia for peanuts? Become a dancing monkey for big pharma, doing work-for-hire to develop new kinds of impotence treatments?’ His evident disgust at the prospect passed, his eyes becoming beseeching. ‘Bianca, I’m too old to do what you did and risk joining a start-up. I needed this. I’m sixty-two — if I can keep this job going for another couple of years, I can retire without having to worry about clipping coupons just to afford to eat.’
‘Everything’s about money with you, isn’t it, Roger?’
‘Yes — but at least I’m shameless and consistent about it.’ The joke thawed her, a little. ‘You’ve known exactly what I’m like ever since we met. After all, the reason I was teaching in England in the first place was a nice fat research grant. Oh, I miss those days.’
‘Teaching in England?’
‘No, when pharma companies threw money around without demanding specific results to a timetable. Damn bankers crashing the economy, they ruined everything! But,’ he added, ‘I’ll admit I miss working in England too. Country pubs, I liked them. And big fries with vinegar splashed all over them.’
‘They’re called chips,’ Bianca corrected in a teasing tone.
‘Whatever. But I met some good people there, too. Good friends. Like you.’
She knew him well enough to spot the approaching hard sell. ‘So what is it you want from this particular good friend?’
‘Oh! I’m cut to the quick!’ he said, in mock offence. ‘How could you possibly think, yadda yadda. No, you’re quite right — I want you to help me keep this job.’
‘The job that got you shot.’
‘I’ll admit, as perks go that’s not quite up there with free dental. But… there’s something else.’ A cloud crossed his face. ‘I’m sixty-two — and my mother’s eighty-five.’
‘Rosemary?’ She had only met Albion’s mother once, but it had been enough to see where he had got his vitality and gift of the gab. ‘How is she?’
‘Not good. She’s going to have to go into a care home, which she’ll detest — but the early symptoms have started to manifest.’
She didn’t need to ask to know that the symptoms were those of dementia. ‘Oh God. Roger, I’m sorry.’
‘Yeah.’ He sighed. ‘I can’t help wondering if the human brain just wasn’t meant to last. If you think about it, we’ve added twenty or thirty years to the average life span over the past couple of centuries …’ Another rueful breath. ‘But yes, she’s going to need care. And since this is America and not some communist utopia like Britain,’ a faint smile, ‘that care does not come cheap.’
‘You’re doing this for her?’
‘I’m not the dashing mercenary rogue I like to portray myself as, Bianca,’ he said. ‘Well, not entirely. But yes, I might not have found a cure for Alzheimer’s — I’ll have to leave that to you — but I can at least make sure that my mother is treated with the respect and dignity she deserves. And I’d like you to help me.’
‘So what do you want me to do?’
‘To stand in for me until I’m back on my feet.’
A long silence. ‘In the job that, to reiterate, got you shot.’
‘Hopefully they’ve learned a lesson in workplace safety from that! But think of it as an opportunity. I understand things are looking very good at Jimmy’s company right now—’
She made an exasperated sound. ‘Does everybody know about that?’
‘The term “intelligence community” isn’t entirely ironic. But I know how these things work — the live tests have to be approved and set up, due diligence, legal and patent paperwork, et cetera, et cetera. You won’t be doing any lab work of actual importance for a couple of months. They can spare you — especially if the US government says how grateful it would be for your services, and maybe offers compensation in return for your temporary loan. No drug company is going to turn down a quid pro quo from Uncle Sam. It’s good business sense.’