“If this is just a big waste of time, why’d you come?” I ask.

“I needed the scans,” he says. “I’m sure I could have gotten them from Churchill, but I did think it would be in both of our interests to be able to describe one another should such an unlikely question arise during your clinical trial.”

This whole morning has been one big mindfuck of wasted time.

“Is there anything else, then?” I ask.

“Not really. I do want to tell you to just not give too much information. Only answer the questions they ask you, don’t elaborate unless you need to, and stick to your story. I really don’t think I’m ever going to be contacted, but in case I am, Churchill gave me a rundown of your faked history, so there shouldn’t be any problem.”

“All right,” I say, and we start walking back toward the parking lot.

“Do me a favor and try to make sure Jace doesn’t lose perspective on what he’s doing,” Dr. Marcum says.

“What do you mean?”

“He’s always had a soft spot for people he finds interesting, probably because they’re so few and far between. Whatever it is about you, he thinks of you that way,” he says. “Unless he’s changed drastically since I knew him in college, he will be willing to throw away his livelihood just to make sure you get your chance at a better prognosis.”

“Isn’t that what he’s already doing?”

“In a way,” Dr. Marcum agrees, following me through the parking lot toward my car. “But if it comes down to a choice between you leaving the trial early and him losing his license, he’s more than likely going to choose the latter. He’s a gifted doctor,” Dr. Marcum says. “It would be a shame to see something like that happen to him.”

“Do you think that’s really going to happen?” I ask.

“I don’t know, but Jace has always loved being the hero to his friends, and especially the women in his life.”

We get to my car and I pop the trunk.

“You know,” I tell the doctor, “it did seem a little weird that he had me put everything in a black briefcase, but given the fact that the two of you wanted to pull your little spy crap on me, it makes a little more sense now.”

I pull the briefcase out of the trunk and hand it to the doctor.

“All right,” he says. “It’s been nice meeting

you.”

“Dr. Marcum?” I ask.

“Yes?”

“What’s the worst that could really happen to Jace and me if someone finds out what’s going on?”

“I think you already know what your friend is looking at,” he says. “I suspect the question you’re really trying to ask is what could happen to you if you go through with this.”

“I guess,” I say. “Jace and I never really went over that.”

“I’d say worst case scenario, they’d kick you out of the trial and disregard any of your results as you don’t fit the trial criteria,” he says. “You’re really not the one taking the big risk here.”

I don’t know if he meant for that to sting, but it does.

“Okay,” I say. “Thank you for helping us.”

“It’s always nice to have someone owe you a favor,” Dr. Marcum says. “I only wish I could have gotten a video of your reaction when you thought I was a paranoid loon. Really, it was quite spectacular.”

“Well, thanks again,” I tell the doctor, and give him a smile.

“Before you go,” Dr. Marcum says, “could I ask one thing of you?”

“What’s that?”

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