贝壳电子书 > 英文原著电子书 > cpatricia.unnaturalexposure >

第47章

cpatricia.unnaturalexposure-第47章

小说: cpatricia.unnaturalexposure 字数: 每页4000字

按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页,按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页,按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部!
————未阅读完?加入书签已便下次继续阅读!



 'Burn all but the patient。 Bodies will be cremated。 The Pruitt house will be torched。'
 Fujitsubo tried to reassure us。 'USAMRIID's got a team heading out。 We'll be talking to citizens; trying to make them understand。'
 I thought of Davy Crockett and his son; of people and their panic when space…suited scientists took over their island and started burning their homes。
 'And we know for a fact that the smallpox vaccine isn't going to work?' Wesley said。
 'We don't know that for a fact yet。' Martin answered。 'Tests on laboratory animals will take days to weeks。 And even if vaccination is protective in an animal model; this may not translate into protection for humans。'
 'Since the DNA of the virus has been altered;' Fujitsubo warned; 'I am not hopeful that vaccinia virus will be effective。'
 'I'm not a doctor or anything;' Martinez said; 'but I'm just wondering if you could vaccinate everyone anyway; just in case it might work。'
 'Too risky;' Martin said。 'If it's not smallpox; why deliberately expose people to smallpox; thereby possibly causing some people to get the disease? And when we develop the new vaccine; we're not going to want to e back several weeks later and vaccinate people again; this time with a different pox。'
 'In other words;' Fujitsubo said; 'we can't use the people of Tangier like laboratory animals。 If we keep them on that island and then get a vaccine out to them as soon as possible; we should be able to contain this thing。 The good news about smallpox is it's a stupid virus; kills its hosts so fast it will burn itself out if you can keep it restricted to one area。'
 'Right。 So an entire island gets destroyed while we sit back and watch it burn;' Miles angrily said to me。 'I can't believe this。 Goddamn it。' He pounded his fist on the table。 'This can't be happening in Virginia!'
 He got out of his chair。 'Gentlemen。 I would like to know what we should do if we start getting patients in other parts of this state。 The health of Virginia; after all; is what the governor appointed me to take care of。' His face was dark red and he was sweating。 'Are we supposed to just do like the Yankees and start burning down our cities and towns?'
 'Should this spread;' Fujitsubo said; 'clearly we'll have to utilize our hospitals; have wards; just as we did during earlier times。 CDC and my people are already alerting local medical personnel; and will work with them closely。'
 'We realize that hospital personnel are at the greatest risk;' Martin added。 'Sure would be nice if Congress would end this goddamn furlough so I don't have one hand and both legs tied behind my back。'
 'Believe me; the president; Congress; knows。'
 'Senator Nagle assures me it will end by tomorrow morning。'
 'They're always certain; say the same thing every time。'
 The swelling and itching of the revaccination site on my arm was a constant reminder that I had been inoculated with a virus probably for nothing。 I plained to Wesley all the way out to the parking lot。
 'I've been reexposed; and I'm sick with something; meaning I'm probably immunosuppressed; on top of it all。'
 'How do you know you don't have it?' he carefully asked。
 'I don't know。'
 'Then you could be infectious。'
 'No; I couldn't be。 A rash is the first sign of that; and I check myself daily。 At the slightest hint of such a thing; I would go back into isolation。 I would not e within one hundred feet of you or anybody else; Benton;' I said; my anger unreasonably spiking at his suggestion that I might risk infecting anyone with even a mundane cold。
 He glanced over at me as he unlocked doors; and I knew that he was far more upset than he would let on。 'What do you want me to do; Kay?'
 'Take me home so I can get my car;' I said。
 
 Daylight was fading fast as I followed miles of woods thick with pines。 Fields were fallow with tufts of cotton still clinging to dead stalks; and the sky was moist and cold like thawing cake。 When I had gotten home from the meeting; there had been a message from Rose。 At two P。M。; Keith Pleasants had called from jail; desperately requesting that I e see him; and Wingo had gone home with the flu。
 I had been inside the old Sussex County Courthouse many times over the years; and had grown fond of its antebellum quaintness and inconveniences。 Built in 1825 by Thomas Jefferson's master brick mason; it was red with white trim and columns; and had survived the Civil War; although the Yankees had managed to destroy all its records first。 I thought of cold winter days spent out on the lawn with detectives as I waited to be called to the witness stand。 I remembered the cases by name that I had brought before this court。
 Now such proceedings took place in the spacious new building next door; and as I drove past; heading to the back; I felt sad。 Such constructions were a monument to rising crime; and I missed simpler times when I had first moved to Virginia and was awed by its old brick and its old war that would not end。 I had smoked back then。 I supposed I romanticized the past like most people tended to do。 But I missed smoking and waiting around in miserable weather outside a courthouse that barely had heat。 Change made me feel old。
 The sheriff's department was the same red brick and white trim; its parking lot and jail surrounded by a fence topped with razor wire。 Imprisoned within; two inmates in orange jumpsuits were wiping down an unmarked car they had just washed and waxed。 They eyed me slyly as I parked in front; one of them popping the other with a shammy cloth。
 'Yo。 What's going;' one of them muttered to me as I walked past。
 'Good afternoon。' I looked at both of them。
 They turned away; not interested in someone they could not intimidate; and I pulled open the front door。 Inside; the department was modest on the verge of depressing; and like virtually all other public facilities in the world; had profoundly outgrown its environment。 Inside were Coke and snack machines; walls plastered with wanted posters and a portrait of an officer slain while responding to a call。 I stopped at the duty post; where a young woman was shuffling through paperwork and chewing on her pen。
 'Excuse me;' I said。 'I'm here to see Keith Pleasants。'
 'Are you on his guest list?' Her contact lenses made her squint; and she wore pink braces on her teeth。
 'He asked me to e; so I should hope I am。'
 She flipped pages in a loose…leaf binder; stopping when she got to the right one。
 'Your name。'
 I told her as her finger moved down a page。
 'Here you are。' She got up from her chair。 'e with me。'
 She came around her desk and unlocked a door with bars in the window。 Inside was a cramped processing area for fingerprints and mug shots; a banged…up metal desk manned by a heavyset deputy。 Beyond was another heavy door with bars; and through it I could hear the noises of the jail。
 'You're gonna have to leave your bag here;' the deputy said to me。 He got on his radio。 'Can you get on over here?'
 'Ten…four。 On my way;' a woman answered back。
 I set my pocketbook on the desk and dug my hands in the pockets of my coat。 I was going to be searched and I did not like it。
 'We got a little room here where they meet with their lawyers;' the deputy said; jabbing his thumb as if he were hitching a ride。 'But some a these critters listen to ever word; and if that's a problem; go upstairs。 We got an area up there。'
 'I think upstairs might be better;' I said as a female deputy; hefty with short frosted hair; came around the corner with her hand…held metal detector。
 'Arms out;' she said to me。 'Got anything metal in your pockets?'
 'No;' I said as the detector snarled like a mechanical cat。
 She tried it up and down one side and the other。 It kept going off。
 'Let's get rid of your coat。'
 I draped it on the desk as she tried again。 The detector continued to make its startling sound as she frowned and kept trying。
 'What about jewelry;' she said。
 I shook my head as I suddenly remembered I was wearing an underwire bra that I had no intention of announcing。 She put down the detector and began to pat me down while the other deputy sat at his desk and watched slack…jawed; as if he were gawking at a dirty movie。

返回目录 上一页 下一页 回到顶部 2 2

你可能喜欢的