Vitals. Greg Bear

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      Bloom shrugged. His shoulders strained at the denim jacket. ‘Did he talk about Mr Montoya?’

      Bloom was new to Montoya’s staff, I guessed.

      ‘He asked how we’d met, like that. Nothing suspicious.’

      ‘He wondered what you were doing with Mr Montoya?’

      ‘He talked about my getting special privileges with regard to the dives, the submarine. Jealousy aboard the Sea Messenger.’

      ‘Jealousy involving Dr Mauritz?’

      ‘I suppose. But mostly it was just water cooler talk – you know.’

      Bloom nodded, but he wasn’t satisfied. ‘Dr Mauritz did anonymous peer review on one of your scientific articles,’ he said. ‘He recommended it be rejected.’

      ‘I didn’t know that,’ I said. ‘But then, I wouldn’t, would I?’

      ‘Did he ever show any animosity?’

      I heard it first as anonymosity. ‘Not to my face. He seemed pleasant, but we had very little contact.’

      Betty Shun broke in. ‘This isn’t going anywhere. Dr Cousins, Owen had your specimens taken off the Sea Messenger and sent to your lab.’

      ‘You should have told me that right away,’ I said.

      ‘He made sure they were delivered to your postdocs and they’re being well taken care of.’

      ‘They’re in special pressurized containers,’ I said, my anger building. ‘They should have been transported in a powered van. We agreed, the specimens are incredibly delicate – the temperature down there makes their membranes –’

      ‘Everything was done according to your instructions,’ Shun said. ‘If you’d like, we’ll drive you over there.’

      ‘It’s just a short hike. I can go myself,’ I said through clenched teeth.

      ‘A car is faster,’ she said persuasively. ‘And Owen –’

      ‘Yes, yes. Owen wants a report.’

      We drove to the old Genetron Building. It’s in a former power plant that was given a multimillion-dollar makeover when Genetron moved in. You can see the building, with its tall exhaust stacks, from the I-5 bridge. Genetron was sold to the Swiss-French pharmaceutical giant Novalis, which rented me lab space in the now-vacant facility for a good rate – and with guaranteed security.

      The lobby was an expensive waste of blond wood and stainless-steel, with a cut-pile green carpet that matched Betty Shun’s leather jacket. A security guard checked my card and gave Shun and Bloom temporary passes. I showed them the way to the ground-floor lab, at the end of a long hall on the north end of the building.

      ‘Does he have to come along?’ I asked Shun, waving my hand at Bloom.

      ‘Yes.’

      Bloom lifted his head as if sailing into a wind and winked at me.

      ‘The specimens may have been in poor condition,’ Betty said as we walked down the hall. ‘We could not tell if they were dead or alive. We did our best, at Owen’s request.’

      ‘Did Nadia or Jason help carry them over?’

      ‘No,’ Betty said. ‘Nadia is in police custody now.’

      That took me completely by surprise. ‘Why?’

      ‘Under suspicion of tampering with the food on board the Sea Messenger.’

      ‘That’s stupid,’ I said.

      ‘We think so, too.’

      ‘Tampering how?’ Then I remembered the creamy pudding and its results. ‘Some of them ate a bad dessert, but –’

      Bloom interrupted. ‘There was a lot of odd behavior on board the ship, from the very beginning of the cruise. Fights, arguments, irrational statements at odd moments.’

      I had spent much of my time in my cabin. Not being very sociable – and having a lot of reading to catch up on.

      ‘Somebody could have put drugs in the food or water,’ Bloom concluded.

      My lab filled two rooms, each about twenty feet square, connected by a white Dutch door. I had ordered special holding tanks for the specimens. Dan and Valerie, my two assistants, were pressurizing the tanks as we walked in.

      Dan was a postdoc in oceanic microbiology, a tall, big-shouldered farmboy in appearance but a wizard with equipment. He looked up from the pressure gauge and gave me an unhappy shake of his head.

      ‘The specimens are pretty traumatized, Dr Cousins,’ he said.

      I muttered under my breath.

      Valerie stood back, arms folded across her bosom, hands gripping her shoulders, as if contemplating a relative’s coffin. ‘They look dead.’

      I moved around Shun and Bloom and fluttered my hands for a moment, probably stuck my tongue between my teeth, trying to figure out where to begin. A steel box full of plastic tubes filled with foot-long core samples from our first and second dives was still on the loading cart. The metal tanks containing the specimens from the third dive had been stacked on the power bed and plugged in. They were still cold and seemed, at a quick glance through the fogged plastic panels, to be carrying Items of Interest.

      Still, the damage was likely already done; how to minimize its effects?

      ‘These creatures didn’t look that alive to begin with,’ I suggested, hoping to break the tension and help Dan and Valerie relax. ‘They’re sedentary.’

      Valerie shook her head again, tears welling. I wasn’t lying very effectively.

      ‘All the specimens are here,’ I said, checking the inventory. ‘In that small tank – the one that’s not at pressure – we have some shovel loads from the sediment that need to be analyzed. I doubt we grabbed any infaunal specimens intact, but we can preserve them and stain for cytoplasm and do some tube counts in the mud. Get some formalin and rose bengal.’

      Dan and Valerie focused on the scoop samples and a couple of shallow cores. I wanted them out of the way while I either silently mourned or, less likely, breathed a sigh of relief.

      I wiped the panels on the big steel transfer tanks and peered inside with a pocket flashlight. Straight from the briny deeps: shadowy masses that might have been clouds of sediment. Or ruined xenos. I knelt and squinted. Some forms were more than just fragments.

      Shun stayed, but Bloom slipped out to answer a phone call.

      I checked out the stats in the lab computer and made sure the necessary conditions were being met: water at 3.5 degrees Celsius, high oxygen, 36 percent salinity, metal sulfides in medium traces.

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