Chromosome 6 (28 page)
Authors: Robin Cook
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way the hell out off Coney Island and dumped it into the ocean."
"Obviously, something went wrong," Raymond said. "With all due respect, what can be done at this point?"
"As far as the body is concerned, we can't do anything. Vinnie Amendola told Angelo that the autopsy was already done. So that's that."
Raymond moaned and cradled his head. His headache had intensified. "Just a second, Doc," Vinnie said. "I want to reassure you about something. Since I knew the reason why an autopsy might cause problems for your program, I had Angelo and Carlo destroy Franconi's liver."
Raymond raised his head. A ray of hope had appeared on the horizon. "How did you do that?" he asked.
"With a shotgun," Vinnie said. "They blasted the hell out of the liver. They totally destroyed this whole portion of the abdomen." Vinnie made a circling motion with his hand over his right upper quadrant. "Right, Angelo?"
Angelo nodded. "The entire magazine of a pump action Remington. The guy's gut looked like hamburger."
"So I don't think you have as much to worry about as you think," Vinnie said to Raymond. "If Franconi's liver was totally destroyed, why is Jack Stapleton asking whether Franconi had a transplant?" Raymond asked.
"Is he?" Vinnie asked.
"He asked Dr. Levitz directly," Raymond said. Vinnie shrugged. "He must have gotten a clue some other way. At any rate, the problem now seems to be focused on these two characters: Dr. Jack Stapleton and Dr. Laurie Montgomery." Raymond raised his eyebrows expectantly. "As I already told you, Doc," Vinnie continued. "If it weren't for Vinnie Junior and his bum kidneys, I wouldn't have gotten involved in all this. The fact that I've since gotten my wife's brother into this situation compounds my problem. Now that I got him involved I can't leave him dangling, you see what I'm saying? So, here's what I'm thinking. I'll have Angelo and Franco pay a visit to these two doctors and take care of things. Would you mind that, Angelo?" Raymond looked hopefully at Angelo, and for the first time since Raymond had seen Angelo, Angelo smiled. It wasn't much of a smile because all the scar tissue precluded most facial movement, but it was a smile nonetheless.
"I've been looking forward to meeting Laurie Montgomery for five years," Angelo said. "I suspected as much," Vinnie said. "Can you get their addresses from Vinnie Amendola?"
"Obviously, something went wrong," Raymond said. "With all due respect, what can be done at this point?"
"As far as the body is concerned, we can't do anything. Vinnie Amendola told Angelo that the autopsy was already done. So that's that."
Raymond moaned and cradled his head. His headache had intensified. "Just a second, Doc," Vinnie said. "I want to reassure you about something. Since I knew the reason why an autopsy might cause problems for your program, I had Angelo and Carlo destroy Franconi's liver."
Raymond raised his head. A ray of hope had appeared on the horizon. "How did you do that?" he asked.
"With a shotgun," Vinnie said. "They blasted the hell out of the liver. They totally destroyed this whole portion of the abdomen." Vinnie made a circling motion with his hand over his right upper quadrant. "Right, Angelo?"
Angelo nodded. "The entire magazine of a pump action Remington. The guy's gut looked like hamburger."
"So I don't think you have as much to worry about as you think," Vinnie said to Raymond. "If Franconi's liver was totally destroyed, why is Jack Stapleton asking whether Franconi had a transplant?" Raymond asked.
"Is he?" Vinnie asked.
"He asked Dr. Levitz directly," Raymond said. Vinnie shrugged. "He must have gotten a clue some other way. At any rate, the problem now seems to be focused on these two characters: Dr. Jack Stapleton and Dr. Laurie Montgomery." Raymond raised his eyebrows expectantly. "As I already told you, Doc," Vinnie continued. "If it weren't for Vinnie Junior and his bum kidneys, I wouldn't have gotten involved in all this. The fact that I've since gotten my wife's brother into this situation compounds my problem. Now that I got him involved I can't leave him dangling, you see what I'm saying? So, here's what I'm thinking. I'll have Angelo and Franco pay a visit to these two doctors and take care of things. Would you mind that, Angelo?" Raymond looked hopefully at Angelo, and for the first time since Raymond had seen Angelo, Angelo smiled. It wasn't much of a smile because all the scar tissue precluded most facial movement, but it was a smile nonetheless.
"I've been looking forward to meeting Laurie Montgomery for five years," Angelo said. "I suspected as much," Vinnie said. "Can you get their addresses from Vinnie Amendola?"
"I'm sure he'll be happy to give us Dr. Stapleton's," Angelo said. "He wants this messy situation cleared
up as much as anybody. As far as Laurie Montgomery is concerned, I already know her address." Vinnie stubbed out his cigarette and raised his own eyebrows. "So, Doc, what do you think of the idea of Angelo and Franco visiting the two pesky medical examiners and convincing them to see things our way? They have to be convinced that they are causing us considerable inconvenience, if you know what I mean." A wry smile appeared on his face, and he winked. Raymond let out a little laugh of relief. "I can't think of a better solution." He worked his way along the curved, velvet banquette seat and stood up. "Thank you, Mr. Dominick. I'm much obliged, and apologize again for my thoughtless outburst when I first arrived." "Hold on, Doc," Vinnie said. "We haven't discussed compensation yet." "I thought this would be covered under the rubric of our prior agreement," Raymond said, trying to sound businesslike without offending Vinnie. "After all, Franconi's body was not supposed to reappear." "That's not the way I see it," Vinnie said. "This is an extra. Since you've already bargained away the tuition issue, I'm afraid we're now talking about recouping some of my initiation fee. What about twenty thousand? That sounds like a nice round figure." Raymond was outraged, but he managed to stifle a response. He also remembered what happened the last time he tried to bargain with Vinnie Dominick: the cost doubled. "It might take me a little time to get that kind of money together," Raymond said. "That's fine, Doc," Vinnie said. "Just as long as we have an agreement. From my end, I'll get Angelo and Franco right on it."
"Wonderful," Raymond managed to say before leaving. "Are you serious about this?" Angelo asked Vinnie. "I'm afraid so," Vinnie said. "I guess it wasn't such a smart idea to get my brother-in-law involved in all this, although at the time we didn't have much choice. One way or the other, I got to clean it up otherwise my wife will have my balls. The only good part is that I was able to get the good doc to pay for what I'd have to do anyway."
"When do you want us to take care of those two?" Angelo asked. "The sooner the better," Vinnie said. "In fact, you'd better do it tonight!" CHAPTER 15: MARCH 6, 1997 7:30 P.M.
COGO, EQUATORIAL GUINEA
"AT what time did you expect your guests?" Esmeralda asked Kevin. Her body and head were wrapped in a handsome bright orange-and-green fabric. "Seven o'clock," Kevin said, happy for the distraction. He'd been sitting at his desk, trying to fool himself
up as much as anybody. As far as Laurie Montgomery is concerned, I already know her address." Vinnie stubbed out his cigarette and raised his own eyebrows. "So, Doc, what do you think of the idea of Angelo and Franco visiting the two pesky medical examiners and convincing them to see things our way? They have to be convinced that they are causing us considerable inconvenience, if you know what I mean." A wry smile appeared on his face, and he winked. Raymond let out a little laugh of relief. "I can't think of a better solution." He worked his way along the curved, velvet banquette seat and stood up. "Thank you, Mr. Dominick. I'm much obliged, and apologize again for my thoughtless outburst when I first arrived." "Hold on, Doc," Vinnie said. "We haven't discussed compensation yet." "I thought this would be covered under the rubric of our prior agreement," Raymond said, trying to sound businesslike without offending Vinnie. "After all, Franconi's body was not supposed to reappear." "That's not the way I see it," Vinnie said. "This is an extra. Since you've already bargained away the tuition issue, I'm afraid we're now talking about recouping some of my initiation fee. What about twenty thousand? That sounds like a nice round figure." Raymond was outraged, but he managed to stifle a response. He also remembered what happened the last time he tried to bargain with Vinnie Dominick: the cost doubled. "It might take me a little time to get that kind of money together," Raymond said. "That's fine, Doc," Vinnie said. "Just as long as we have an agreement. From my end, I'll get Angelo and Franco right on it."
"Wonderful," Raymond managed to say before leaving. "Are you serious about this?" Angelo asked Vinnie. "I'm afraid so," Vinnie said. "I guess it wasn't such a smart idea to get my brother-in-law involved in all this, although at the time we didn't have much choice. One way or the other, I got to clean it up otherwise my wife will have my balls. The only good part is that I was able to get the good doc to pay for what I'd have to do anyway."
"When do you want us to take care of those two?" Angelo asked. "The sooner the better," Vinnie said. "In fact, you'd better do it tonight!" CHAPTER 15: MARCH 6, 1997 7:30 P.M.
COGO, EQUATORIAL GUINEA
"AT what time did you expect your guests?" Esmeralda asked Kevin. Her body and head were wrapped in a handsome bright orange-and-green fabric. "Seven o'clock," Kevin said, happy for the distraction. He'd been sitting at his desk, trying to fool himself
into believing he was reading one of his molecular biology journals. In reality, he was tortured by
repeatedly running through the harrowing events of that afternoon. He could still see the soldiers in their red berets and jungle camouflage fatigues seemingly coming out of nowhere. He could hear their boots pounding against the moist earth and the jangle of their equipment as they ran. Worse yet, he could feel the same sickening terror that he'd felt when he'd turned to flee, expecting at any instant to hear the sound of machine-gun fire. The dash across the clearing to the car and the wild ride had been somehow anticlimactic to that initial fright. The windows being shot out had an almost surreal quality that somehow couldn't compare to his first glimpse of those soldiers.
Melanie had once again responded to the event completely differently than Kevin. It made Kevin wonder if growing up in Manhattan had somehow toughened her for such experiences. Rather than expressing fear, Melanie was more angry than afraid. She was furious at the soldiers' wanton destruction of what she considered her property, even though the car technically belonged to GenSys. "The dinner is prepared," Esmeralda said. "I shall keep it warm." Kevin thanked his attentive housekeeper, and she disappeared back into the kitchen. Tossing aside his journal, Kevin got up from his desk and walked out onto the veranda. Night had fallen, and he was beginning to worry about where Melanie and Candace could be. Kevin's house fronted a small grassy square illuminated by old-fashioned street lamps. Directly across the square was Siegfried Spallek's house. It was similar to Kevin's with an arcaded first floor, a veranda around the second, and dormers in its steeply pitched roof. At present, there were lights only in the kitchen end of the house. Apparently, the manager had not yet come home. Heading laughter to his left, Kevin turned in the direction of the waterfront. There had been a tropical downpour for an hour that had just ended fifteen minutes previously. The cobblestones were steaming since they'd still been hot from the sun. Into this lighted mist walked the two women, arm in arm, laughing merrily.
"Hey, Kevin!" Melanie shouted, spying Kevin on his balcony. "How come you didn't send a carriage?" The women walked to a point directly beneath Kevin who was embarrassed by their revelry. "What are you talking about?" Kevin asked. "Well, you didn't expect us to get soaked, did you?" Melanie joked. Candace giggled. "Come on up," Kevin encouraged. His eyes roamed around the small square, hoping that his neighbors weren't being disturbed.
The women came up the stairs with great commotion. Kevin met them in the hall. Melanie insisted on giving Kevin a kiss on both cheeks. Candace did likewise. "Sorry we're late," Melanie said. "But the rain forced us to take shelter at the Chickee Bar." "And a friendly group of men from the motor pool insisted on buying us pina coladas," Candace said gaily.
repeatedly running through the harrowing events of that afternoon. He could still see the soldiers in their red berets and jungle camouflage fatigues seemingly coming out of nowhere. He could hear their boots pounding against the moist earth and the jangle of their equipment as they ran. Worse yet, he could feel the same sickening terror that he'd felt when he'd turned to flee, expecting at any instant to hear the sound of machine-gun fire. The dash across the clearing to the car and the wild ride had been somehow anticlimactic to that initial fright. The windows being shot out had an almost surreal quality that somehow couldn't compare to his first glimpse of those soldiers.
Melanie had once again responded to the event completely differently than Kevin. It made Kevin wonder if growing up in Manhattan had somehow toughened her for such experiences. Rather than expressing fear, Melanie was more angry than afraid. She was furious at the soldiers' wanton destruction of what she considered her property, even though the car technically belonged to GenSys. "The dinner is prepared," Esmeralda said. "I shall keep it warm." Kevin thanked his attentive housekeeper, and she disappeared back into the kitchen. Tossing aside his journal, Kevin got up from his desk and walked out onto the veranda. Night had fallen, and he was beginning to worry about where Melanie and Candace could be. Kevin's house fronted a small grassy square illuminated by old-fashioned street lamps. Directly across the square was Siegfried Spallek's house. It was similar to Kevin's with an arcaded first floor, a veranda around the second, and dormers in its steeply pitched roof. At present, there were lights only in the kitchen end of the house. Apparently, the manager had not yet come home. Heading laughter to his left, Kevin turned in the direction of the waterfront. There had been a tropical downpour for an hour that had just ended fifteen minutes previously. The cobblestones were steaming since they'd still been hot from the sun. Into this lighted mist walked the two women, arm in arm, laughing merrily.
"Hey, Kevin!" Melanie shouted, spying Kevin on his balcony. "How come you didn't send a carriage?" The women walked to a point directly beneath Kevin who was embarrassed by their revelry. "What are you talking about?" Kevin asked. "Well, you didn't expect us to get soaked, did you?" Melanie joked. Candace giggled. "Come on up," Kevin encouraged. His eyes roamed around the small square, hoping that his neighbors weren't being disturbed.
The women came up the stairs with great commotion. Kevin met them in the hall. Melanie insisted on giving Kevin a kiss on both cheeks. Candace did likewise. "Sorry we're late," Melanie said. "But the rain forced us to take shelter at the Chickee Bar." "And a friendly group of men from the motor pool insisted on buying us pina coladas," Candace said gaily.
"It's okay," Kevin said. "But dinner is ready."
"Fantastic," Candace said. "I'm famished." "Me too," Melanie said. She reached down and slipped off her shoes. "I hope you don't mind my going barefoot. My shoes got a little wet on the way up here." "Me too," Candace said as she followed suit. Kevin motioned toward the dining room and trailed the women in. Esmeralda had laid the table at one end since it was large enough for twelve. There was a small tablecloth just covering the area under the dishes. There were also candles burning in glass holders. "How romantic," Candace commented.
"I hope we're having wine," Melanie said as she took the seat closest to her. Candace went around and sat opposite Melanie, leaving the head of the table for Kevin. "White or red?" Kevin asked.
"Any color," Melanie said. Then she laughed. "What are we eating?" Candace asked.
"It's a local fish," Kevin said.
"A fish! How appropriate," Melanie said, which caused both women to laugh to the point of tears. "I don't get it," Kevin said. He had the distinct feeling that when he was around these two women, he wasn't in control of anything and understood less than half the conversation. "We'll explain later," Melanie managed. "Get the wine. That's more important." "Let's have white," Candace said.
Kevin went into the kitchen and got the wine that he had earlier put into the refrigerator. He avoided looking at Esmeralda, worried what she must be thinking with these tipsy women as guests. Kevin didn't know what to think himself.
As he opened the wine, he could hear them carrying on with lively conversation and laughter. The good side, he reminded himself, was that with Melanie and Candace there were never any uncomfortable silences.
"What kind of wine are we having?" Melanie asked when Kevin reappeared. Kevin showed her the bottle. "Oh, my," she said with feigned condescension. "Montrachet! Aren't we lucky tonight." Kevin had had no idea what he'd picked from his collection of wine bottles, but he was pleased Melanie was impressed. He poured the wine as Esmeralda appeared with the first course.
"Fantastic," Candace said. "I'm famished." "Me too," Melanie said. She reached down and slipped off her shoes. "I hope you don't mind my going barefoot. My shoes got a little wet on the way up here." "Me too," Candace said as she followed suit. Kevin motioned toward the dining room and trailed the women in. Esmeralda had laid the table at one end since it was large enough for twelve. There was a small tablecloth just covering the area under the dishes. There were also candles burning in glass holders. "How romantic," Candace commented.
"I hope we're having wine," Melanie said as she took the seat closest to her. Candace went around and sat opposite Melanie, leaving the head of the table for Kevin. "White or red?" Kevin asked.
"Any color," Melanie said. Then she laughed. "What are we eating?" Candace asked.
"It's a local fish," Kevin said.
"A fish! How appropriate," Melanie said, which caused both women to laugh to the point of tears. "I don't get it," Kevin said. He had the distinct feeling that when he was around these two women, he wasn't in control of anything and understood less than half the conversation. "We'll explain later," Melanie managed. "Get the wine. That's more important." "Let's have white," Candace said.
Kevin went into the kitchen and got the wine that he had earlier put into the refrigerator. He avoided looking at Esmeralda, worried what she must be thinking with these tipsy women as guests. Kevin didn't know what to think himself.
As he opened the wine, he could hear them carrying on with lively conversation and laughter. The good side, he reminded himself, was that with Melanie and Candace there were never any uncomfortable silences.
"What kind of wine are we having?" Melanie asked when Kevin reappeared. Kevin showed her the bottle. "Oh, my," she said with feigned condescension. "Montrachet! Aren't we lucky tonight." Kevin had had no idea what he'd picked from his collection of wine bottles, but he was pleased Melanie was impressed. He poured the wine as Esmeralda appeared with the first course.
The dinner was an unqualified success. Even Kevin began to relax after attempting to keep up with the
women as far as the wine was concerned. About halfway through the meal he was forced to return to the kitchen for another bottle.
"You can't guess who else was at the chickee hut," Melanie said as the entree dishes were being cleared. "Our fearless leader Siegfried."
Kevin choked on his wine. He wiped his face with his napkin. "You didn't talk to him, did you?" "It would have been hard not to," Melanie said. "He graciously asked if he could join us and even bought a round, not only for us but also for the guys from the motor pool." "He was actually quite charming," Candace said. Kevin felt a chill descend down his spine. The second ordeal of the afternoon which scared him almost as much as the first was a visit to Siegfried's office. No sooner had they evaded the Equatoguinean soldiers then Melanie had insisted on driving there. It made no difference what Kevin said in an attempt to talk her out of it.
"I'm not going to stand for this kind of treatment," Melanie had said as they mounted the stairs. She didn't even bother to speak with Aurielo. She just sailed into Siegfried's office and demanded that he personally see to it that her car was repaired. Candace had gone in with Melanie, but Kevin had held back, watching from just beyond Aurielo's desk. "Last night I lost my sunglasses," Melanie had said. "So we go out there just to see if we can find them, and we get shot at again!"
Kevin had expected Siegfried to explode. But he didn't. Instead, he was immediately apologetic, said that the soldiers were only out there to keep people away from the island, and that they shouldn't have fired their guns. He agreed not only to fix Melanie's car but to make sure she got a loaner in the interim. He also offered to have the soldiers scour the area for the lost sunglasses. Esmeralda appeared with the dessert. The women were pleased. It was made with locally grown cocoa. "Did Siegfried mention anything about what happened today?" Kevin asked. "He apologized again," Candace said. "He said he spoke with the Moroccan guard and assured us that there won't be any more shooting. He said that if anybody wanders out there by the bridge, they will just be spoken to and told that the area is off-limits." "Likely story," Kevin said. "As trigger-happy as those kids they call soldiers are, it's not going to happen."
Melanie laughed. "Talk about the soldiers, Siegfried said that they spent hours searching for the nonexistent sunglasses. Serves them right!" "He did ask us if we wanted to talk with some of the workers who'd been on the island and who'd been burning underbrush," Candace said. "Can you believe it?" "And how did you respond?" Kevin asked.
women as far as the wine was concerned. About halfway through the meal he was forced to return to the kitchen for another bottle.
"You can't guess who else was at the chickee hut," Melanie said as the entree dishes were being cleared. "Our fearless leader Siegfried."
Kevin choked on his wine. He wiped his face with his napkin. "You didn't talk to him, did you?" "It would have been hard not to," Melanie said. "He graciously asked if he could join us and even bought a round, not only for us but also for the guys from the motor pool." "He was actually quite charming," Candace said. Kevin felt a chill descend down his spine. The second ordeal of the afternoon which scared him almost as much as the first was a visit to Siegfried's office. No sooner had they evaded the Equatoguinean soldiers then Melanie had insisted on driving there. It made no difference what Kevin said in an attempt to talk her out of it.
"I'm not going to stand for this kind of treatment," Melanie had said as they mounted the stairs. She didn't even bother to speak with Aurielo. She just sailed into Siegfried's office and demanded that he personally see to it that her car was repaired. Candace had gone in with Melanie, but Kevin had held back, watching from just beyond Aurielo's desk. "Last night I lost my sunglasses," Melanie had said. "So we go out there just to see if we can find them, and we get shot at again!"
Kevin had expected Siegfried to explode. But he didn't. Instead, he was immediately apologetic, said that the soldiers were only out there to keep people away from the island, and that they shouldn't have fired their guns. He agreed not only to fix Melanie's car but to make sure she got a loaner in the interim. He also offered to have the soldiers scour the area for the lost sunglasses. Esmeralda appeared with the dessert. The women were pleased. It was made with locally grown cocoa. "Did Siegfried mention anything about what happened today?" Kevin asked. "He apologized again," Candace said. "He said he spoke with the Moroccan guard and assured us that there won't be any more shooting. He said that if anybody wanders out there by the bridge, they will just be spoken to and told that the area is off-limits." "Likely story," Kevin said. "As trigger-happy as those kids they call soldiers are, it's not going to happen."
Melanie laughed. "Talk about the soldiers, Siegfried said that they spent hours searching for the nonexistent sunglasses. Serves them right!" "He did ask us if we wanted to talk with some of the workers who'd been on the island and who'd been burning underbrush," Candace said. "Can you believe it?" "And how did you respond?" Kevin asked.
"We told him it wasn't necessary," Candace said. "I mean, we don't want him to think we're still
concerned about the smoke, and we definitely don't want him to think we're planning on visiting the island."
"But we're not," Kevin said. He eyed the women while they smiled at each other conspiratorially. "Are we?" As far as Kevin was concerned, getting shot at twice had been more than enough to convince him that visiting the island was out of the question. "You wondered why we laughed when you told us we were having fish for dinner," Melanie said. "Remember?"
"Yeah," Kevin said with concern. He had the distinct feeling he wasn't going to like what Melanie was about to say.
"We laughed because we spent a good deal of the late afternoon talking to fishermen who come to Cogo a couple of times a week," Melanie said. "Probably the ones who caught the fish we just ate. They come from a town called Acalayong about ten to twelve miles east of here." "I know the town," Kevin said. It was the jumping-off place for people going from Equatorial Guinea to Cocobeach, Gabon. The route was served by motorized canoes called pirogues. "We rented one of their boats for two or three days," Melanie said proudly. "So we don't have to even go near the bridge. We can visit Isla Francesca by water." "Not me," Kevin said emphatically. "I've had it. Frankly, I think we're lucky to be alive. If you guys want to go, go! I know that nothing I could ever say would influence what you do." "Oh, that's great!" Melanie said derisively. "You're giving up already! If that's the case, how do you intend to find out whether you and I have created a race of protohumans? I mean, you're the one who's raised this issue and got us all upset." Melanie and Candace stared at Kevin across the table. For a few minutes, no one said a word. The night sounds of the jungle drifted in, which until then no one had heard. After feeling progressively uncomfortable, Kevin finally broke the silence. "I don't know what I'm going to do yet," he said. "I'll think of something." "Like hell you will," Melanie said. "You already said the only way to find out what those animals are doing is to visit the island. Those were your words. Have you forgotten?" "No, I haven't forgotten," Kevin said. "It's just that... well..." "That's okay," Melanie said condescendingly. "If you're too chicken to go and find out what you might have done with your genetic tinkering, fine. We were counting on you coming to help run the motor in the pirogue, but that's okay. Candace and I can manage. Right, Candace?" "Right," Candace said.
"You see we've planned this out pretty carefully," Melanie said. "Not only did we rent the large, motorized canoe, but we had them bring back a smaller, paddle version as well. We plan to tow the
concerned about the smoke, and we definitely don't want him to think we're planning on visiting the island."
"But we're not," Kevin said. He eyed the women while they smiled at each other conspiratorially. "Are we?" As far as Kevin was concerned, getting shot at twice had been more than enough to convince him that visiting the island was out of the question. "You wondered why we laughed when you told us we were having fish for dinner," Melanie said. "Remember?"
"Yeah," Kevin said with concern. He had the distinct feeling he wasn't going to like what Melanie was about to say.
"We laughed because we spent a good deal of the late afternoon talking to fishermen who come to Cogo a couple of times a week," Melanie said. "Probably the ones who caught the fish we just ate. They come from a town called Acalayong about ten to twelve miles east of here." "I know the town," Kevin said. It was the jumping-off place for people going from Equatorial Guinea to Cocobeach, Gabon. The route was served by motorized canoes called pirogues. "We rented one of their boats for two or three days," Melanie said proudly. "So we don't have to even go near the bridge. We can visit Isla Francesca by water." "Not me," Kevin said emphatically. "I've had it. Frankly, I think we're lucky to be alive. If you guys want to go, go! I know that nothing I could ever say would influence what you do." "Oh, that's great!" Melanie said derisively. "You're giving up already! If that's the case, how do you intend to find out whether you and I have created a race of protohumans? I mean, you're the one who's raised this issue and got us all upset." Melanie and Candace stared at Kevin across the table. For a few minutes, no one said a word. The night sounds of the jungle drifted in, which until then no one had heard. After feeling progressively uncomfortable, Kevin finally broke the silence. "I don't know what I'm going to do yet," he said. "I'll think of something." "Like hell you will," Melanie said. "You already said the only way to find out what those animals are doing is to visit the island. Those were your words. Have you forgotten?" "No, I haven't forgotten," Kevin said. "It's just that... well..." "That's okay," Melanie said condescendingly. "If you're too chicken to go and find out what you might have done with your genetic tinkering, fine. We were counting on you coming to help run the motor in the pirogue, but that's okay. Candace and I can manage. Right, Candace?" "Right," Candace said.
"You see we've planned this out pretty carefully," Melanie said. "Not only did we rent the large, motorized canoe, but we had them bring back a smaller, paddle version as well. We plan to tow the
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