“What if I alerted the press?” Terese asked.
“I’ll have to ask you not to do that,” Jack said. “You heard what my boss said. If it were investigated, the source would come back to me.”
“You don’t like advertising in medicine and I don’t like politics in medicine,” Terese said.
“Amen,” Jack said.
16
Despite having gone to bed much later than usual for the second night in a row, Jack was wide awake at five-thirty Friday morning. He began mulling over the irony of a case of tularemia appearing in the middle of a plague outbreak. It was a curious coincidence, especially since he’d made the diagnosis. It was a feat certainly worth the ten dollars and twenty-five cents that he stood to win from Calvin and Laurie.
With his mind churning, Jack recognized the futility of trying to go back to sleep. Consequently he got up, ate breakfast, and was on his bike before six. With less traffic than usual, he got to work in record time.
The first thing Jack did was to visit the ID room to look for Laurie and Vinnie. Both had yet to arrive. Passing back through communications, he knocked on Janice’s door. She appeared even more beleaguered than usual.
“What a night,” she said.
“Busy?” Jack asked.
“That’s an understatement,” she said. “Especially with these added infectious cases. What’s going on over there at the General?”
“How many today?” Jack asked.
“Three,” Janice said. “And not one of them tested positive for plague even though that’s their presumed diagnosis. Also, all three were fulminant cases. The people all died within twelve or so hours after their first symptoms. It’s very scary.”
“All of these recent infectious cases have been fulminant,” Jack commented.
“Do you think these three new ones are tularemia?” Janice asked.
“There’s a good chance,” Jack said. “Especially if they tested negative for plague as you say. You didn’t mention Susanne’s diagnosis to anyone, did you?”
“I had to bite my tongue, but I didn’t,” Janice said. “I’d learned in the past by sore experience that my role is to gather information, not give it out.”
“I had to learn the same lesson,” Jack said. “Are you finished with these three folders?”
“They’re all yours,” Janice said.
Jack carried the folders back to the ID room. Since Vinnie had not arrived Jack made the coffee in the communal pot. Mug in hand, he sat down and began going through the material.
Almost immediately he stumbled onto something curious. The first case was a forty-two-year-old woman by the name of Maria Lopez. What was surprising was that she worked in central supply of the Manhattan General Hospital! Not only that, but she had worked on the same shift as Katherine Mueller!
Jack closed his eyes and tried to think of how two people from central supply could possibly have come down with two different fatal infectious diseases. As far as he was concerned, it could not be a coincidence. He was convinced their illnesses had to be work-related. The question was how?
In his mind’s eye, Jack revisited central supply. He could picture the shelving and the aisles, even the outfits the employees wore. But nothing came to mind as a way for the employees to come in contact with contagious bacteria. Central supply had nothing to do with the disposal of hospital waste or even soiled linen, and as the supervisor had mentioned, workers there had little or no contact with patients.
Jack read the rest of Janice’s investigative report. As she’d done with the cases since Nodelman, she included information about pets, travel, and visitors. For Maria Lopez, none of the three seemed a factor.
Jack opened the second folder. The patient’s name was Joy Hester. In this case Jack felt there was little mystery. She’d been an OB-GYN nurse and had had significant exposure to Susanne Hard just prior to and after the onset of Susanne’s symptoms. The only thing that bothered Jack was recalling that he’d read that person-to-person transmission of tularemia rarely occurred.
The third case was Donald Lagenthorpe, a thirty-eight-year-old petroleum engineer who’d been admitted to the hospital the previous morning. He’d come in through the ER with a refractory bout of asthma. He’d been treated with IV steroids and bronchodilators as well as humidified air and bed rest. According to Janice’s notes, he’d shown steady improvement and had even been campaigning to be released, when he’d had the sudden onset of a severe frontal headache.
The headache had started in the late afternoon and was followed by shaking chills and fever. There was also an increase in cough and exacerbation of his asthmatic symptoms despite the continued treatment. At that point he was diagnosed to have pneumonia, which was confirmed by X ray. Curiously enough, however, a gram stain of his sputum was negative for bacteria.
Myalgia also had become prominent. Sudden abdominal pain and deep tenderness had suggested a possible appendicitis. At seven-thirty in the evening Lagenthorpe had undergone an appendectomy, but the appendix proved to be normal. After the surgery his situation became progressively grave with apparent multisystem failure. His blood pressure dropped and became unresponsive to treatment. Urine output became negligible.
Reading on in Janice’s report, Jack learned that the patient had visited isolated oil rigs in Texas the previous week and had literally been tramping around in desert conditions. Jack also learned that Mr. Lagenthorpe’s girlfriend had recently obtained a pet Burmese cat. But he’d not been exposed to any visitors from exotic places.
“Wow! You’re here early!” Laurie Montgomery exclaimed.
Jack was shocked out of his concentration in time to see Laurie sweep into the ID room and drape her coat over the desk she used for her early-morning duties. It was the last day of her current rotation as supervisor in charge of determining which of the previous night’s cases should be autopsied and who would do them. It was a thankless task that none of the board-certified doctors enjoyed.
“I’ve got some bad news for you,” Jack said.
Laurie paused on her way into communications; a shadow passed over her usually bright, honey-complected face.
Jack laughed. “Hey, relax,” he said. “It’s not that bad. It’s just that you owe me a quarter.”
“Are you serious?” she asked. “The Hard case was tularemia?”
“The lab reported a positive fluorescein antibody last night,” Jack said. “I think it’s a firm diagnosis.”
“It’s a good thing I didn’t bet any more than a quarter,” Laurie said. “You are amassing some impressive statistics in the infectious arena. What’s your secret?”
“Beginner’s luck,” Jack said. “By the way, I have three of last night’s cases here. They’re all infectious and all from the General. I’d like to do at least two of them.”
“I can’t think of any reason why not,” Laurie said. “But let me run over to communications and get the rest.”
The moment Laurie left, Vinnie made his appearance. His face was a pasty color and his heavily lidded eyes were red. From Jack’s perspective he appeared as if he belonged in one of the coolers downstairs.
“You look like death warmed over,” Jack said.
“Hangover,” Vinnie remarked. “I went to a buddy’s bachelor party. We all got whacked.”
Vinnie tossed his newspaper on a desk and went over to the cupboard where the coffee was stored.
“In case you haven’t noticed,” Jack said, “the coffee is already made.”
Vinnie had to stare at the coffee machine with its full pot for several beats until his tired mind comprehended that his current efforts were superfluous.
“How about starting on this instead?” Jack said. He pushed the Maria Lopez folder over to Vinnie. “Might as well get set up. Remember, the early bird…”