Origin in Death (In Death 21) - Page 66

"Got the founder. Jonah Delecourt Wilson, born August 12, 19t-Died May 6, 2056. That's Dr. Wilson," Peabody added. "M.D. as well as Ph.D. Known for his research and work with genetics."

"Really? Hmm."

"Married Eva Hannson Samuels, June of 1999. No children Samuels-also doctor-predeceased her husband by three years. Private shuttle crash."

"Hannson. Avril's maiden name. Gotta be related."

"Wilson founded the school, served as its first president for five years, then his wife took the helm. She remained in that position until her death. Current president is an Evelyn Samuels-listed here as her predecessor's niece-and one of the first graduates of Brookhollow College."

"All in the family. Bet when you pump money into an institution like this, you get all sorts of perks. I bet you could have your own lab. Maybe send some of your subjects in as students. Get them a fine edu­cation, while you were monitoring them. A geneticist, a reconstructive surgeon, and a private all-girls' boarding school. Mix well, what might you get?"

"Urn. Really, really major fees?"

"Perfect females. Gene manipulation, surgical enhancements, speci­fied educational programs."

"Jesus, Dallas."

"Yeah, pretty fucked up. Screwed squared if you take it a step fur­ther and speculate that the grads might be 'placed' for a stinging fee with interested parties. She said-last night during her statement- Avril said she was what Will Icove wanted. Just like that. Wouldn't a doting daddy want to give his only son what he wanted?"

''It's a little science fiction, Dallas."

"DNA."

"And?"

"Dolores Nocho-Alverez. DNA. I bet that alias is a little private joke." She picked up her 'link when it beeped. "Dallas."

"Got a freaking tome so far on Senior. Due to the recent events, I’m working on one for Junior. What's going on, Dallas?" Nadine demanded.

"Is there anything in that tome regarding an association with a Dr. Jonah D. Wilson?"

"Funny you should ask." Nadine's eyes sharpened. "They both gave their time and skill during the Urbans. Became friends, and associates. Helped found rehabilitation centers for children during and after the wars. There's more on that, and other things, but I need to dig more. I'm getting a whiff of something-maybe a censure from the AMA, internal inquiries, but it's buried deep."

"Mine it out, and if I'm on the right track, you might just have the story of your career."

"Don't toy with me, Dallas."

"Send me everything you've got. Get more."

"Give me something to air. I need a-"

"Can't. Gotta go. Oh hey, if Roarke contacts you, it's about an invite for Thanksgiving."

"Oh yeah? Frosty. Can I bring a date?"

"I guess. Later."

She clicked off. "Let's go take another look at Icove's house."

Peabody saved data, jumped up. "Are we going to New Hampshire on this?"

"I wouldn't be surprised."

In a palatial house overlooking the sea, the privacy screens on the walls of glass protected those inside from intrusion. Through them, the water was a soft blue-gray stretching toward the horizon.

She would paint it that way, she thought. Empty and quiet and wide, with only birds strutting along the surf.

She would paint again, and paint vividly. No more of the soft and pretty portraits, but the wild and the dark, the bright and the bold.

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