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'Please don't let this wait；' I said as we reached the lobby。
'Don't worry。' He was into it。 'I got three guys I'm calling in from home right away。'
For half an hour； I waited in the lobby and used a phone； and at last my taxi was here。 I rode in silence； staring out at plazas of polished granite and marble； and sports plexes that reminded me of the Olympics； and buildings of silver and glass。 Atlanta was a city where everything aspired higher； and lavish fountains seemed a symbol of generosity and no fear。 I was feeling light…headed and chilled and unusually tired for one who had just spent the better part of a week in bed。 By the time I reached my Delta gate； my back had begun to ache。 I could not get warm or think very clearly； and I knew I had a fever。
I was ill by the time I reached Richmond。 When Marino met me at the gate； the expression on his face turned to abject fear。
'Geez； Doc；' he said。 'You look like hell。'
'I feel like hell。'
'You got any bags？'
'No。 You got any news？'
'Yeah；' he said。 'One tidbit that will piss you off。 Ring arrested Keith Pleasants last night。'
'For what？' I exclaimed as I coughed。
'Attempting to elude。 Supposedly； Ring was following him out of the landfill after work and tried to pull him for speeding。 Supposedly； Pleasants wouldn't stop。 So he's in jail； bond set at five grand； if you can believe that。 He ain't going nowhere anytime soon。'
'Harassment。' I blew my nose。 'Ring is picking on him。 Picking on Lucy。 Picking on me。'
'No kidding。 Maybe you should've stayed in Maryland； in bed；' he said as we boarded the escalator。 'No offense； but I ain't gonna catch this； am I？'
Marino was terrified of anything he could not see； whether it was radiation or a virus。
'I don't know what I've got；' I said。 'Maybe the flu。'
'Last time I got that I was out for two weeks。' His pace slowed； so he did not keep up with me。 'Plus； you been around other things。'
'Then don't e close； touch or kiss me；' I said； shortly。
'Hey； don't worry。'
This continued as we walked out into the cold afternoon。
'Look。 I'm going to take a taxi home；' I said and I was so mad at him I was next to tears。
'I don't want you doing that。' Marino looked frightened and was jumpy。
I waved in the air； swallowing hard and hiding my face as a Blue Bird cab veered toward me。
'You don't need the flu。 Rose doesn't need it。 No one needs it；' I said； furiously。 'You know； I'm almost out of cash。 This is awful。 Look at my suit。 You think an autoclave presses anything and leaves a pleasant smell？ The hell with my hose。 I got no coat； no gloves。 Here I am； and it's what？' I yanked open the back door of a cab that was Carolina blue。 'Thirty degrees？'
Marino stared at me as I got in。 He handed me a twenty…dollar bill； careful his fingers did not brush mine。
'You need anything at the store？' he called out as I drove off。
My throat and eyes swelled with tears。 Digging tissues out of my purse； I blew my nose and quietly wept。
'Don't mean to bug ya； lady；' said my driver； a portly old man。 'But where are we going？'
'Windsor Farms。 I'll show you when we get there；' I choked as I said。
'Fights。' He shook his head。 'Dontcha hate'em？ I 'member one time me and the wife got to arguing in one these all…you…can…eat fish camps。 She takes the car。 Me； I take a hike。 Five miles home through a bad part of town。'
He was nodding； eyeing me in the rearview mirror as he assumed that Marino and I were having a lovers' quarrel。
'So； you're married to a cop？' he then said。 'I saw him drive in。 Not an unmarked car on the road that can fool this guy。' He thumped his chest。
My head was splitting； my face burning。 I settled back in the seat and shut my eyes while he droned on about an earlier life in Philadelphia； and his hopes that this winter would not bring much snow。 I settled into a feverish sleep。 When I awoke； I did not know where I was。
'Ma'am。 Ma'am。 We're here；' the driver was saying loudly to wake me up。 'Where to next？'
He had just turned onto Canterbury and was sitting at a stop sign。
'Up here； take a right on Dover；' I replied。
I directed him into my neighborhood； the look on his face increasingly baffled as he drove past Georgian and Tudor estates behind walls in the city's wealthiest neighborhood。 When he stopped at my front door； he stared at fieldstone； at the wooded land around my home； and he watched me closely as I climbed out。
'Don't worry；' he said as I handed him a twenty and told him to keep the change。 'I seen it all lady； and never say nothing。' He zipped his lips； winking at me。
I was a rich man's wife having a tempestuous affair with a detective。
'A good credo；' I said； coughing。
The burglar alarm weled me with its warning beep； and never in my life had I been more relieved to be home。 I wasted no time getting out of my scalded clothes； and straight into a hot shower； where I inhaled steam and tried to clear the rattle from my lungs。 When I was wrapping up in a thick terry cloth robe； the telephone rang。 It was exactly four P。M。
'Dr Scarpetta？' It was Fielding。
'I just got home；' I said。
'You don't sound good。'
'I'm not。'
'Well； my news isn't going to help；' he said。 'They've got possibly two more cases on Tangier。'
'Oh no；' I said。
'A mother and daughter。 Fever of a hundred and five； a rash。 CDC's deployed a team with bed isolators； the whole nine yards。'
'How's Wingo？' I asked。
He paused； as if puzzled。 'Fine。 Why？'
'He helped with the torso；' I reminded him。
'Oh yeah。 Well； he's the same as always。'
Relieved； I sat down and shut my eyes。
'What's going on with the samples you took to Atlanta？' Fielding asked。
'They're doing tests； I hope； with what few people they can muster now。'
'So we still don't know what this is。'
'Jack； everything points to smallpox；' I said to him。 'That's the way it looks so far。'
'I've never seen it。 Have you？'
'Not before now。 Maybe leprosy is worse。 It's bad enough to die of a disease； but to be disfigured in the process is cruel。' I coughed again and was very thirsty。 'I'll see you in the morning； and we'll figure out what we're going to do。'
'It doesn't sound to me like you should be going anywhere。'
'You're absolutely right。 And I don't have a choice。'
I hung up and tried Bret Martin at CDC； but his phone was answered by voice mail； and he did not call me back。 I also left a message for Fujitsubo； but he did not return my call； either； and I figured he was at home； like most of his colleagues。 The budget war raged on。
'Damn；' I swore as I put a kettle of water on the stove and dug in a cupboard for tea。 'Damn； damn； damn。'
It was not quite five when I called Wesley。 At Quantico； at least； people were still working。
'Thank God someone is answering the phones somewhere；' I blurted out to his secretary。
'They haven't figured out how nonessential I am yet；' she said。
'Is he in？' I asked。
Wesley got on the phone； and sounded so energetic and cheery that it instantly got on my nerves。
'You have no right to feel this good；' I said。
'You have the flu。'
'I don't know what I've got。'
'That's what it is； right？' He was worried and his mood went bad。
'I don't know。 We can only assume。'
'I don't mean to be an alarmist 。 。 。'
'Then don't；' I cut him off。
'Kay；' his voice was firm。 'You've got to face this。 What if it's not？'
I said nothing because I could not bear to think such thoughts。
'Please；' he said。 'Don't blow this off。 Don't pretend it's nothing like you do with most things in your life。'
'Now you're making me mad；' I snapped。 'I fly into this goddamn airport and Marino doesn't want me in his car so I take a taxi and the driver thinks we're having an affair and my rich husband doesn't know； and all the while I have a fever and hurt like hell and just want to go home。'
'The taxi driver thinks you're having an affair？'
'Just forget it。'
'How do you know you've got the flu？ That it's not something else？'
'I don't have a rash。 Is that what you want to hear？'
There was a long silence。 Then he said； 'What if you get one？'
'Then I'm probably going to die； Benton。' I coughed again。 'You'll probably never touch me again。 And I'd never want you to see me again； if it goes its course。 It's easier to worry about stalkers； serial killers； people you can blow away with a gun。 But the invisible ones are who I've always feared。 They take you on a sunny day in a public place。 They slide in with your lemonade。 I've been vaccinated for hepatitis B。 But that's just one killer in a huge population。 What about tuberculosis and HIV； and Hanta and Ebola？ What about this？ God。' I took a deep breath。 'It started with a torso and I did not know。'
'I heard about the two new cases；' he said； and his voice had gotten quiet and gentle。 'I can be there in two hours。 Do you want to see me？'
'Right now I don't want to see anyone。'
'Doesn't matter。 I'm on my way。'
'Benton；' I said； 'don't。'
But he had his mind made up； and when he pulled into my driveway in his throaty BMW； it was almost midnight。 I met him at the door； and we did not touch。
'Let's sit in front of the fire；' he said。
We did； and h