‘I’ll call him sometime today and warn him we may be calling on his services,’ said Steven.
‘Whose services?’ asked John Macmillan, arriving late and shaking rain from his white hair.
Steven told him of his plan.
‘A good man,’ said Macmillan, ‘unlike the clown masquerading as a police inspector I’ve just wasted half an hour of my life speaking to. I thought I’d pop in on my way here to the station where Barrowman was taken to last night and find out where he’d been taken. I should have asked a traffic cone instead.’
Steven and Jean waited for more while Macmillan hung his overcoat on the stand by the door. ‘He flatly refused to tell me where they took Barrowman last night.’
‘In God’s name, why not?’ Steven exclaimed.
‘Security,’ the clown said... ‘the standard reply of the clueless when they don’t know what they’re doing.’
Steven was astonished. ‘Didn’t you tell him who you were?’
‘He had his orders and wasn’t budging for anyone.’
‘More than his job’s worth...’ murmured Steven.
Macmillan let out his frustration in a long sigh before attempting a smile and saying, ‘I’ll ask the Home Secretary herself.’
‘And I’ll go see Lucy Barrowman,’ said Steven.
Jean said, ‘I’ll see about setting up a meeting at Capital.’
Steven sensed that the atmosphere among those involved with Lucy Barrowman’s care seemed much more relaxed than it had on the previous evening. The two policemen had disappeared from outside her door and the nurse who emerged as he reached it was smiling.
‘Doctor Williams is still with her;’ said the nurse. ‘She’ll be out in a few moments.’
Steven sat down and waited for what he thought must be good news.
‘The baby’s fine,’ said the small woman wearing square frame glasses which seemed to magnify her eyes to an alarming degree and who introduced herself as Dr Williams, consultant obstetrician. ‘Quite amazing really, considering the beating she took. Survival for baby must have been pre-ordained. The kicks missed vital areas.’
Details of the beating induced a surge of guilt in Steven.
The doctor opened the door and inclined her head as a signal that Steven should enter. ‘Not too long please.’
‘Lucy, it’s Steven.’
‘Yes, I can just about see you,’ said Lucy. ‘They told me you were coming in this morning.’
‘I hear you’ve had some good news.’
‘Yes, baby’s fine although he’s had one hell of a change in circumstances before he’s even been born.’
Steven saw her point but wasn’t sure what to say. Anodyne rubbish about being sure everything would turn out fine was not for Lucy Barrowman, he wouldn’t insult her with it. Likewise, never knowing what’s around the corner or observations on life’s rich pattern and the direction of curve balls would be non-starters.
‘They told me yesterday that you didn’t want your parents told?’
‘Waves of parental anguish would have pushed me over the edge yesterday,’ said Lucy.
Steven nodded. ‘But maybe they should be told when you feel well enough...’
‘I just needed time to stand still for a bit, time to figure out what happens next. Does that make sense?’
‘Perfect sense, but the medics say baby’s fine and you’re on the mend...’
‘Your point?’
‘Call your folks. Practical support is a good thing.’
Lucy nodded. ‘Will do, the policemen on the door told me before they left that Owen had been taken into custody.’
‘Late last night,’ said Steven without adding details.
‘Where are they holding him?’
‘I understand he was taken to hospital for assessment of his mental state. I’m not sure which one.’
‘I see.’
‘Lucy... pretty soon people are going to start asking you about Owen’s research.’
‘Me? Why ask me, why not him?’ Lucy asked, becoming slightly agitated and aggravating the pain from her injuries because of it.
‘They’ll ask him of course, but chances are he won’t tell them anything.’
‘Ah, yes, his precious research,’ said Lucy bitterly. ‘Well, there’s no point asking me about it. I’ve no idea what he was doing or what he came up with.’
Steven tiptoed onwards. ‘It’s not so much a question of knowing what he was doing, more a question of knowing what he’s done with his data and results... You said he worked at home a lot...’
Lucy was quiet for some time before saying, ‘Are you one of these people, Steven?’
‘I am,’ said Steven without any beating about the bush. ‘It’s Sci-Med’s job to see to it that potentially beneficial information like Owen’s work should not disappear or fall into the wrong hands. There’s a chance he discovered something important about psychotic behaviour and how it might be... treated or manipulated.’
‘Manipulated?’ Lucy questioned. ‘Treated, I understand, but manipulated?’
Steven gave an apologetic shrug. ‘This is hypothetical of course, but if you understand the genetic details surrounding the condition, it’s possible you might be able to alter, even cure it. Unfortunately, it’s also theoretically possible you might also be able to induce it...’
‘But who in their right mind...’ Lucy stopped in mid-sentence.
Steven nodded and said, ‘The people backing the research chose to remain anonymous — probably for innocent reasons, but. Sci-Med has to know for sure.’
‘The changes that came over Owen...’ Lucy began unsurely.
Steven watched Lucy’s silent search for something that might excuse what her husband had done. It was understandable but something he was reluctant to encourage.
‘You spoke of people falling under the influence of others... charisma and the like.’
‘I did,’ Steven agreed, ‘and that is all tied up with this somewhere.’
‘So, it’s possible that Owen was under the influence of Lawler?’
‘I don’t think we can rule anything out,’ said Steven, but his reluctance in saying so was obvious to Lucy.
‘But?’
‘It’s just my opinion, but I don’t think Owen was acting under anyone else’s influence when he attacked you. I think he was the one making the decisions and for his own reasons.’
‘Why do you think he did what he did to me?... The look in his eyes... it was like I was a complete stranger... not even a person.’
Steven listened with a sinking feeling in his stomach. Unspoken fears were being realised. ‘You were the one who had crossed him; he acted as his new self... coldly, without empathy or sympathy.’
‘So... you think he really has changed?’
‘It’s possible.’
‘Could he have become a psychopath himself?’
Lucy took Steven’s silence and a raise of his eyebrows as a yes. ‘Ironic really,’ she said, ‘looking for a cure...’
‘All the more important we find out what his research has uncovered about the condition and what might be done about it.’
‘If you say so.’
‘You said he worked a lot at home, do you share a computer?’
‘He has a desktop, I use my laptop.’
‘Did he ever mention data storage?’
‘He used the university’s servers.’
‘He didn’t worry about security?’
‘Apart from thinking everyone on the planet was plotting to steal his work?’
‘Sorry, stupid question, I was thinking more about the servers.’