A Necessary Risk. Kathleen Long

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      Zach had his mark.

      Now all he had to do was wait for the right moment to make his move. When he did, he only had to remember one thing. His supposed identity.

      Rick Levenson with the Times Herald.

      Ms. Parker would never know what hit her.

      JESS REACHED DR. VAN Cleef’s side moments after he’d made his concluding remarks and was just about to begin the tour.

      “I think we might have an impostor, sir.”

      Van Cleef smiled ever so slightly. “Leather jacket?”

      Jess blinked yet realized she shouldn’t be surprised Van Cleef had jumped to the same conclusion.

      She nodded.

      “I always liked your perceptiveness, Jessica.” Van Cleef tipped his head toward the man, who appeared to be moving through the throng of reporters, headed directly toward where Jess and Van Cleef stood. “Why don’t you show our guest some individual attention? Find out just what he’s up to.”

      Jess had to admit she was less than thrilled with the idea, but she’d do whatever she could to protect the integrity of New Horizon’s work.

      She stole a quick glance at the approaching man, trepidation crawling across her skin.

      “Will do, Dr. Van Cleef.” She pasted on a smile. “My pleasure.”

      She stepped away from Van Cleef and pivoted, wanting to put herself in a position to appear casual when she approached the supposed reporter, but the man had already reached her side. She started momentarily but quickly gathered herself, smoothing down the front of her lab coat.

      “Rick Levenson.” The man extended his hand and smiled, the move not quite reaching his dark eyes.

      “Jessica Parker.” Jess gave his hand a quick pump then took a backward step, wanting to put a bit of breathing room between them.

      “I enjoyed your presentation on HC0815.” He tipped his head toward the podium. “Fascinating possibilities.”

      Pride flirted with the cautious edge she’d snapped into place. “Lifesaving possibilities.”

      The man nodded. “No doubt. But at what risk?”

      Jess shot him a frown. An odd question for a competitor to ask. Or was it?

      “Pardon me?”

      “The risk,” he repeated, his dark gaze going steely and cold. “Just how much risk is justifiable in the development and testing of such a drug?”

      She stiffened defensively. “The beauty of HC0815 is that it’s virtually risk-free. The studies to date have shown none of the adverse mental reactions existing Hepatitis C drugs display.”

      Levenson held up one hand as if he’d heard enough. “I heard the company line during your presentation.” He glanced toward the rest of the group, now headed toward the laboratory section of the facility, then he scanned the surrounding area. “Is there someplace a bit more private where I could ask you a few questions?”

      Nervousness danced in Jess’s stomach. “I really can’t leave the group.” Not exactly true yet not exactly false. No matter—she had zero intention of putting herself into an isolated position with this man.

      There was something in his expression that wasn’t quite right. Something that went far deeper than a competitor or reporter’s interest into how New Horizon was run and how HC0815 worked. For lack of a better term, she’d have to call the look in his gaze one of danger. A looming threat. It was as if he’d erected a wall of emotional control that could give way at any time.

      “You can ask me any questions right here.” She straightened. “Though I was quite forthcoming in my comments.”

      A muscle in his jaw pulsed.

      Jess had a momentary vision of a coiled spring about to come apart.

      “I’d like to hear the facts you kept out of your tidy remarks.” His dark brows lifted toward his hairline.

      Did the man think her a fool? “Who do you really work for, Mr. Levenson?”

      He tapped the ID badge dangling from his neck. “Times Herald.”

      She shook her head in disbelief. “Well, then, if you’re not out to steal company secrets, you must be looking for a sensational story where there is none.”

      He pursed his lips, an expression of pure confidence painting his features. “That so?”

      She narrowed her gaze on him. “HC0815 is a groundbreaking drug, and the testing here at New Horizon leaves no room for sensationalism of any kind.”

      His dark eyes widened. “You sure about that?”

      Jess stole a glance at the departing group, now out of earshot and very soon to be completely out of sight. Anxiousness edged through her system.

      She pointed to the folder of media materials with which Levenson and every other media showcase attendee had been provided.

      “Every bit of information you need is in the packet.” She turned, fully intending to walk away. “I don’t mean to be rude, but we need to rejoin the group now.”

      The man was obviously out to blast New Horizon in his paper. The less one-on-one time she provided him with, the better.

      “So you know all there is to know about your clinical trial participants?”

      Jess nodded, turning to face him. “What I don’t know, I have access to. Their participation is randomized and coded for anonymity. Similarly, they’re paid in cash. But I’m well versed with our results to date.”

      “Which are?”

      “Stellar.” She beamed. “This drug is going to save millions of lives.”

      “Even if it kills a few trial participants along the way?”

      Every ounce of enthusiasm drained from Jess’s body. Van Cleef had warned her about media reps being out for a sensational story. How sad that this man had chosen that tack and not a focus on how revolutionary the drug would be.

      “I’m afraid I’m not interested in providing you with tomorrow’s headline, Mr. Levenson.” She turned back toward the group, now moving out of sight.

      But Levenson’s fingers brushed against her elbow as she moved away. The momentary touch sent a jolt rocketing through her system.

      “I’m not out for a headline.”

      When Jess spun to face the man again, the intensity of his expression stopped her cold.

      “Are you aware of how many trial participants have died?” he asked.

      Jess squinted at him. Was he insane?

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