‘Do you think it could be significant?’ asked Linda. ‘I mean, does it mean anything to you?’
‘Not right now but if your husband went to the trouble of hiding these cards, there has to be a good reason,’ said Steven.
‘Something that will help prove Scott didn’t take his own life?’
‘I hope so,’ said Steven. ‘Keep in touch. Let me know where you are.’
The bath water had gone cold. Steven dried himself and got dressed. His whole demeanour had changed because of the phone-call. At last he had got a break. It might not make sense right now but he felt he had something to kick-start an investigation that had been threatening to hit the buffers. He called Tally and told her about the call.
‘You deserve a break.’
‘All I have to do now… is decipher it,’ said Steven.
‘I have confidence in you.’
TWENTY
Next morning Steven asked Sci-Med for an update on the green sticker children. It was emailed to him within the hour. Eight more children had been referred to clinics and hospitals with skin complaints varying in seriousness from simple rashes to actual skin degeneration and loss of sensation.
He shook his head as he read through the list but then started to feel puzzled. All the children had been exposed to the contaminating agent at exactly the same time and yet they were developing symptoms at widely varying times. This was not normal for poisoning. Poisons were not subject to the vagaries of individual immune systems as infections were. If the production manager, Dutton, was to be believed, the line used for vaccine distribution had never been used for the toxic compound so the toxin must have already been in the reservoir of vaccine when it was attached. That meant all the kids had been given the same dose, so a variation in body weight should have been the only factor in play. The kids weighing least should have come off worst as they would have received a higher dose of poison per unit body weight.
Steven had the relevant information to hand. He checked up on the records he had on his laptop and compared body weight to dates of referral for medical treatment. There was no correlation at all. In fact, the smallest and lightest child in the group had been the last to develop symptoms.
‘What the hell’s going on?’ he murmured as he searched for any other relevant factors among the sick children. He drew a blank but the appearance of Trish Lyons in the list reminded him that he should have checked up on her condition. He’d been avoiding doing this for fear that he would hear nothing good. He called the hospital in Edinburgh.
‘We had to remove her arm,’ said Fielding. ‘But I think you already knew we were going to have to do that?’
‘Yes,’ agreed Steven. ‘Has that stopped the tissue damage?’
‘I’m afraid not,’ came the measured reply. ‘She’s lost sensation in her feet… she’s wasting away before our eyes.’
‘Jesus,’ murmured Steven. ‘Her poor mother must be going through hell.’
‘She is,’ agreed Fielding. ‘Actually she’s fallen ill herself.’
‘I’m not surprised,’ said Steven. ‘She’s been under such stress for so long. She’s a strong-willed woman but…’
‘No, I didn’t mean that,’ interrupted Fielding. ‘We think it may be the same problem that Trish has.’
‘What?’ exclaimed Steve, feeling as if he’d just been hit between the eyes. ‘How can that be?’
‘I quite agree, it’s a bit of a puzzle but she’s developed a large white patch on her arm and she’s been feeling very unwell… She’s been admitted to the Western General for tests.’
Steven put down the phone. How could Trish Lyons’ mother have been exposed to the toxin? Poisons weren’t infectious or contagious like bacteria or viruses. You couldn’t catch a poison… His gaze went back to the green sticker records showing on his laptop. These were solely the records of the children who’d been given the vaccine. There was no information in them about their families. He called Sci-Med and asked for an urgent check on all the families of green sticker children.
‘What are we looking for?’ asked the duty officer.
‘Anyone who has had cause to go to their GP since their children were put on the green sticker list.’
‘You mean, boils on the bum, cut fingers, verrucas…’
‘Everything,’ snapped Steven and put the phone down. He was edgy. His nerves were strung to breaking point. He had the awful feeling that he was on the brink of uncovering a nightmare.
He knew he’d have to wait some time for the information he’d asked for so he got out the codes he’d been given by Linda Haldane and started playing around with them to see if he could make any sense out of what appeared to be a random collection of letters and numbers but obviously wasn’t if Haldane had gone to the trouble of hiding them. There was a very real possibility that the knowledge contained in the codes was the reason Scott Haldane had ended up in woodland with his wrists slashed.
Steven looked for anagrams and acronyms among the letters and for jumbled up phone numbers or dates among the numbers but without success. Apart from anything else, he was having difficulty concentrating when his mind kept straying to what Virginia Lyons’ illness was telling him. He was making coffee when the duty man at Sci-Med called back.
‘Four of us have been working on it non-stop,’ said the man. ‘Turns out quite a few have been to see their doctor. Want the report emailed?’
Steven said that he did and thanked him. He tapped the end of his pen anxiously on the desk until the little envelope icon appeared in the taskbar signifying the arrival of the report. He activated the Sci-Med decoder and started to read through the unscrambled document as it scrolled up on the screen. Ignoring the everyday complaints that were the staple of GPs’ surgeries, Steven was left with a list of twenty-eight close family members of green sticker children who had consulted their doctors about skin problems or loss of sensation in one or more limbs. His fears had been realised. There was now no doubt in his mind. He called Tally.
‘Steven? I’ve only got a moment. I’m in the middle of a ward round.’
‘They’ve been lying.’
‘Who’s been lying?’
‘Any or all of them,’ replied Steven. ‘The toxin in the vaccine story is rubbish. The kids weren’t poisoned at all, they’ve been infected. We’re dealing with an infectious agent here.’ He told her about the family members who’d fallen ill.
‘My God,’ gasped Tally. ‘This just gets worse and worse.’
‘The vaccine itself is the problem,’ said Steven. ‘The contamination story was a blind.’
‘Steven, this is truly awful.’
‘Infectious disease in children is your specialty. Can we meet? I need to pick your brains.’
‘Of course. Look, I’ll get someone to cover for me this afternoon. Do you want to come up here?’
‘Let’s not take any more risks. I don’t want your Special Branch minders knowing about the meeting. Do you think you can give them the slip?’
‘I don’t know… I suppose so…’ said a startled Tally. ‘They’re not expecting me to try to avoid them. After all, they’re on my side. I make a point of saying hello to them.’
‘Give them the slip; drive south on the M1. I’ll meet you in the main restaurant at Watford Gap services at 3 p.m.?’
‘All right. Take care.’
‘You too. Keep looking in your mirror. Make sure you’re not being followed.’
‘And if I am?’
‘Find somewhere to stop and call me.’
Tally put the phone down without saying anything more and Steven knew what she must be thinking. He hated involving her but she was an expert in infectious diseases and that was exactly what he was going to need if he was to make any sense of this latest twist. A wave of frustration washed over him as he recognised that he still couldn’t see motive in any of this. A group of children had been given a supposed vaccine that had infected them with some undetermined microbial agent that was eating away at their flesh and was now being passed on to their families. Who in their right mind would want to cover this up and pretend that nothing had happened? The biotech company who had designed the vaccine? The government officials who had been colluding with them? Or was it conceivable that some other faction was involved? His hand went unconsciously to the holster under his left arm. The odds seemed stacked against him.