" 'That brings me to my final task, that of being a true consumer representative. Parents are frightened that government agencies and the pharmaceutical industry are keeping information on vaccine side effects from them. Those parents who wish to decline vaccinating their children are prosecuted sometimes even when they can show that doing so violates their basic religious beliefs. This shouldn't be happening in America. Wherever I go, parents are clamoring for three things: information, research, and choice.
"'So where does that leave us? We have a remarkable product that will unquestionably save lives. We have a basic, essential research design that has been skipped over just as it has for every other vaccine or vaccine combination we have ever used. We have parents wanting more information and more control over what is injected into their children's bodies.
" 'After reviewing all these facets and issues, I have decided I can neither wholeheartedly endorse Omnivax nor vote to deprive the American public of its lifesaving gifts. I therefore have decided to abstain from the final vote on its approval. I wish my colleagues on the commission all the best and thank them for their forbearance and education over these past thirty-two months.'"
Richard Steinman set his glasses aside. Around the room, expressions clearly said that none of the participants were the least bit moved by what Ellen had written. After several silent seconds, George Poulos raised his hand and spoke.
"I would like to move at this time that we dispense with the final comments and proceed right to a vote."
"Second," a weary voice called out.
"Objections?" Steinman asked. "Okay, then. George, suppose we start with you."
"I vote Yea."
At the moment of the historic vote, Ellen was a hundred miles to the north of the FDA building, driving in no particular hurry through the lush landscape of Maryland's Catoctin Mountains, headed for the cabin of Rudy Peterson. Two hours before that, she had picked up Lucy at her home and driven the child to a small wooded park, bisected by a gently flowing stream. There she led her to a bench and sat beside her, holding her close, rocking in synchrony with her. Not far away, on a small playground, half a dozen children were playing on the swings and jungle gym. Lucy's gentle scent, scrubbed and clean, was no different from those kids', Ellen thought. Her hair, her skin, her beautiful eyes — all were perfectly normal. Yet here she was, as different from those children as if she had come from another planet.
Ellen scanned about, wondering if she and Lucy were being followed and observed. The notion made her queasy. There was no obvious candidate that she could see, but that meant nothing. The people up against her were professionals.
"I'm going to find that man, honey," Ellen whispered softly. "I'm going to find that man and I'm going to find out who hired him, and I'm going to hurt them. I'm going to hurt them like they have never been hurt in their lives."
For fifteen minutes, they sat there, Ellen's tears dampening her granddaughter's hair. The children had all raced off to class. The playground was empty. Lucy, rocking less than usual, stared vaguely off in that direction.
"I love you, baby," Ellen said finally, helping the girl to her feet and back toward the car. "Come on, let's get going. Gayle is waiting for you at school."
At eleven, Ellen was just a few miles from Rudy's cabin. She flipped on the radio and found a static-filled news broadcast just in time to catch the report from Rockville. In the unanimous vote promised by First Lady Lynette Marquand, general use of the Omnivax multivaccine had been approved. In just a few days, she would be present at a Washington, D.C., neighborhood health center as Secretary of Health and Human Services Dr. Lara Bolton administered the first injection of the drug. After that, inoculation with Omnivax would be required for all newborns and eventually for all older children as well.
Let the games begin, Ellen thought bitterly.
She felt anxious but keyed up as well. There really had been no choice for her. She had done what she had to do. If she had plowed forward with a negative vote on Omnivax, and something had happened to Lucy, she would simply have been unable to go on.
There was no mention in the news report that Ellen had abstained from voting. Rather, the focus of what she heard of the report was the political implications of the Marquand administration keeping a pledge made to the American public. Perhaps over the next day or so, she thought, her statement would get some press. Perhaps not. It really didn't matter.
Her hands tightened on the wheel as her mind's eye pictured the arrogant thug sitting so calmly in her living room, reeking of cigarette smoke. The bastard had done his job well. He had convinced her that, if he so wished it, none of her loved ones would be safe, and there really wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. What she hoped he did not know was that he had only won the first round. She had thrown a light jab in the form of her press release, but she felt certain her statement was nothing that would bring reprisals. Now she had to find a way to strike a more substantial blow — ideally a mortal one. In addition to protecting Lucy, by allowing the vote to proceed she had bought the time needed for Rudy Peterson to complete his work.
She cut off the main road onto an unmarked gravel drive that cut through a meadow festooned with wildflowers. Sunlight glinted off the colors. The sound of insects and scent of late summer filled the air. At the end of the drive, nestled in a young wood, was Rudy's rough-hewn cabin. Rudy had been Howard's college roommate and, later, best man at their wedding. He was for many years a biostatistician at the FDA before he was prematurely nudged into retirement by reorganization. But that hardly told the story of the man. Despite his long-term friendship with her husband, Ellen had always thought of Rudy Peterson as the anti-Howard. Where Howard was handsome and dashing, Rudy was introspective, philosophical, and hardly the physical specimen women would chase after. Howard's humor was slapstick and ridicule; Rudy's, droll and subtle, with just a pinch of cynicism. Howard had turned out to be more flash than substance. Rudy continued to be a steady, loyal friend, who had never said a strongly negative word about his former roommate. In fact, he was the only one of their pre-divorce acquaintances who had managed to maintain a relationship with both of them.
Ellen parked behind Rudy's ancient pickup, surveyed the house, then walked around to the back. There was no sense looking for him inside on a day like this. A narrow, well-worn dirt path wound from the small backyard through the woods to Rudy's pond. It was a neat little pond, five acres he had said, fed by mountain streams, and stocked with trout and bass by a company who made a business of doing that. Rudy, in his rowboat, was out there in the middle, gazing up at the hills, pausing now and then for a cast. He was wearing his trademark Tom Sawyer — style straw hat. Even at this distance, Ellen could smell the cherry tobacco from his pipe. According to a well-run study from Scotland, he had told her, one pipeful a day of cherrywood tobacco added 3.2 healthy years of life, whereas two or more pipefuls were responsible for minus 5.
She sat down in the shade on the shore, but it wasn't long before he spotted her and waved.
"Ahoy," he called out. "Be right in."
Ellen watched as he reeled in, shipped his rod, and rowed toward her. As soon as he had been let go by the FDA, Rudy had closed up his apartment in Rockville and moved out to the cabin full-time. Never married, he had a brother and a niece and nephew, some good friends, and passions for carpentry and classical piano, which he played better than most. Still, Ellen always worried that he spent too much time alone, and she made it a point to call once a week or so, and to drive out for an overnight every few months, bearing enough home-cooked food to last a few weeks. Since her appointment to the select commission on Omnivax, the calls and visits to her friend had been more frequent.