The phone rang.
She leaped up, dropping the album on the floor, and snatched up the handset. “Lisa?”
“Hi, Jeannie, what’s the big emergency?”
She collapsed on the couch, weak with gratitude. “Thank God! I called you hours ago, where have you been?”
“I went to a movie with Catherine and Bill. Is that a crime?”
“I’m sorry, I have no right to cross-examine you—”
“It’s okay. I’m your friend. You can get ratty with me. I’ll do it to you one day.”
Jeannie laughed. “Thanks. Listen, I have a list of five names of people who might be Steve’s double.” She was deliberately understating the case; the truth was too hard to swallow in one lump. “I need to track them down tonight. Will you help me?”
There was a pause. “Jeannie, I almost got into serious trouble when I tried to get into your office. I could have got myself and the security guard fired. I want to help you, but I need this job.”
Jeannie felt coldly fearful.
“I’m scared.”
Fear was replaced by fierce determination.
“I know, I know.”
“I was scared then.”
There was a long silence. “You’re right,” Lisa said at last. “Okay, I’ll do it.”
Jeannie suppressed a victory whoop. “How soon can you get there?”
“Fifteen minutes.”
“I’ll meet you outside.”
Jeannie hung up. She ran into the bedroom, dropped her robe on the floor, and pulled on black jeans and a turquoise. T-shirt. She threw on a black Levi’s jacket and ran downstairs.
She left the house at midnight.
SUNDAY
52
SHE REACHED THE UNIVERSITY BEFORE LISA. SHE PARKED IN the visitors’ lot, not wanting her distinctive car to be seen outside Nut House, then walked across the dark, deserted campus. While she waited impatiently outside the front of the building she wished she had stopped off to buy something to eat. She had had nothing all day. She thought wistfully of a cheeseburger with French fries, a slice of pizza with pepperoni, apple pie with vanilla ice cream, or even a big garlicky Caesar salad. At last Lisa drove up in her smart white Honda.
She got out of the car and took Jeannie by the hands. “I feel ashamed,” she said. “You shouldn’t have had to remind me what a friend you’ve been to me.”
“I understand, though,” Jeannie said.
“I’m sorry.”
Jeannie hugged her.
They went inside and turned on the lights in the lab. Jeannie started the coffee machine while Lisa booted up her computer. It felt weird to be in the lab in the middle of the night. The antiseptic white decor, the bright lights, and the silent machines all around made her think of a morgue.
She thought they would probably get a visit from security sooner or later. After Jeannie’s break-in they would be keeping an eye on Nut House, and they would see the lights. But it was not unusual for scientists to work odd hours in the lab, and there would be no trouble, unless a guard happened to recognize Jeannie from last night. “If a security guard comes to check on us, I’m going to hide in the stationery cupboard,” she said to Lisa. “Just in case the guard is someone who knows I’m not supposed to be here.”
“I hope we get enough warning of his approach,” Lisa said nervously.
“We should arrange some kind of alarm.” Jeannie was eager to get on with searching for the clones, but she contained her impatience; this would be a sensible precaution. She looked around the lab thoughtfully, and her eye fell upon a small flower arrangement on Lisa’s desk. “How much do you love that glass vase?” she said.
Lisa shrugged. “I got it in Kmart. I can get another.”
Jeannie dumped the flowers and emptied the water into a sink. She took from a shelf a copy of
Watching her, Lisa said: “What’ll I say if they ask me why I did that?”
“You didn’t want anyone to sneak up on you,” Jeannie replied.
Lisa nodded, satisfied. “God knows I have reason enough to be paranoid.”
“Let’s get going,” Jeannie said.