“I just woke up,” Pia admitted. It sounded to Pia like Paul was teasing her, so she ignored his question. She also didn’t fill in the part about going to bed at five A.M. “Listen, I was wondering if we could have a chat sometime today. In person; the sooner, the better.”
“Aren’t you going into work? It’s after eleven.” Paul set aside his worries about giving Pia the Temazepam, as apparently there were no repercussions, and now he was curious if she’d found out anything about Nano. But he was following her lead, and not asking any questions over the phone.
“I’m going in later,” said Pia. “I’m a bit worse for wear. Alcohol and I are like oil and water.”
“Well, let me tell you my plans. I’m going home and jump into some hiking gear and get out on a trail somewhere. Why don’t you join me? We can chat then. I’d certainly like to hear more about your evening.” Paul wanted to know if Pia really was okay.
“I suppose that’s a possibility. I would like to talk with you. Tell me more about this hike. I’m not up to a real challenge.”
“It will be nice, trust me, nothing too strenuous. I had a hard night in the ER. More than the usual couple of drunken college kids, I’m sorry to say. Like, we had a nasty car accident that I’d rather not think about. C’mon, Pia, come with me and get some fresh mountain air. I promise, you’ll feel a lot better. It works for me every time.”
In truth, the last thing Pia felt like doing was going on a hike, but if that was the price she had to pay to bend Paul’s ear, so be it. She felt she needed someone else’s counsel, even if only to hear herself talk. “Okay, Paul, I’ll come. Just tell me where I have to be.”
Forty-five minutes later Pia was standing at a trail head with Paul, dressed in her running gear and a light rain jacket. Paul had on a stylish hiking outfit and professional-looking boots, and he looked good, as if he could hike all day despite having been up all night. Pia felt underdressed, and also unready physically for hard exercise. But Paul assured her that he planned just a two-hour round-trip jaunt up through the pine trees on this popular circuit.
“This time of day it shouldn’t be too crowded up here,” Paul said, immediately setting a brisk marching pace that challenged Pia to keep up with him. Paul breathed in deeply and exhaled. They were walking on a bed of fragrant pine needles. “This is what I live in Colorado for. The air is fantastic, don’t you think?”
“It’s a little thin for my sea-level tastes,” said Pia. “But it is clean and crisp.” Usually she would agree with him more enthusiastically, but today she didn’t want to waste time on pleasantries, so she launched right in, filling Paul in on what had happened the night before. The only omission she made was not confessing to using the Temazepam capsules she’d gotten from Paul on the unwitting Berman, saying instead simply that he got drunk and passed out. As she spoke, she acknowledged to herself that her suspicions about Nano depended on circumstantial evidence: the disappearance of the blood sample, Mariel showing up with armed guards at the ER, the level of Nano’s security, the odd cyclists, and the Chinese runner’s strange illness and miraculous recovery.
When she finished talking about Nano and the fact that she’d learned absolutely nothing at Berman’s house, Pia went back two years and told Paul a bit about the episode surrounding the deaths of Rothman and Yamamoto at Columbia and some of her part in uncovering the truth about them, and how that effort had nearly cost her her life. She was much more scant with the details than she had been talking about her visit to Berman’s house. By the time she finished, she was out of breath from talking so much while walking hard. The hiking was easy for Paul, and he was obviously thinking about what he was hearing as evidenced by a few pointed questions. After a couple of minutes’ contemplation after she was finished, he spoke up.
“So let me be blunt, because that’s the way I am, okay? There are two possibilities that I see. One, you have a well-tuned instinct for sensing trouble and a very good analytical mind that can think your way through evidence and see the way to a solution. And from what you’ve told me, you’re brave enough to follow it up. Or foolish enough to try.”
“If that all is one,” said Pia. “What’s two?”
“That you are a bit crazy,” said Paul. “I mean, no offense. Are you offended?” Paul looked over at Pia, whose face was impassive. “I guess you’re not offended. Good. Because actually I don’t think you are crazy. Dogged is a better word. Also clairvoyant. From what you just described, you were the only one who thought anything was amiss for a long time following the deaths at Columbia, isn’t that right?”
“Yes. No one believed me. I felt like a Cassandra. It seemed so obvious to me.”
“Okay, well, I believe you. I’m not normally one for conspiracy theories, but there is definitely something strange about Nano, based on what I saw in the ER and what you have told me. So what are you going to do about it now that you have flamed out at your boss’s mansion?”
“I’m glad you agree with me about Nano. It’s reassuring, to say the least. The problem for me is that I have the same sense here that I had back in medical school. I can’t help feeling what I feel, and I have an obligation to look into it if just to dispel it. I had a visitor here just this past weekend. His name is George Wilson…”
“Ah-ha!” Paul said with a mischievous smile. “I like this. A love interest?”
“Hardly,” Pia said with a wave of her hand. “At least not from my side.”
“Oh, no!” Paul complained. With an exaggerated gesture he let his face and shoulders fall. “You’re so gorgeous; you must have hundreds of boyfriends.”
“Sorry,” Pia said. She couldn’t help smile. “As I suggested yesterday, I’m not much of a social animal. Sorry to disappoint. George and I have been friends for the whole time we were in medical school, and he did help me with the Rothman investigation, breaking into a few places where we were not supposed to go. Anyway, that’s another issue.
“The point I wanted to make was that when he was here over the weekend, he asked me an interesting question that set me thinking. After I told him how enormously nanotechnology was going to affect the medical field and the huge amounts of money being spent in research and development, he asked who was overseeing it all, making sure that corners weren’t being cut on issues like safety. At first his question just irritated me because I was already irritated he’d shown up uninvited.”
“That’s a no-no,” Paul interjected.
“But later I realized he was right. There is no oversight of nanotechnology research. No one is checking what might be the health risks of some nano products or violations of ethical standards, like premature human experimentation.”
“Ah, so that is what you think might be going on?”
“Truthfully, I don’t know, but, yes, that is a worry. And here I am in the thick of it, so to speak. I want to be sure I’m not abetting something unethical or even possibly illegal. I need some evidence of what is going on at Nano. I can’t call the authorities like the FDA or a newspaper, because I don’t have anything to show them, and it is not at all unreasonable for a nanotechnology company to be secretive.
“It’s the same as when I was in medical school. It’s down to me. I’m going to have to get inside the other buildings at Nano where I’m officially not supposed to go to find out what is going on. I tried to look around a little the other day, even the building connected to the one I work in by a bridge. Frankly, it is my first choice to look in, because it seems to have the most security, but I got nowhere. An iris scanner blocked my entrance to the bridge.”