She met his gaze, read it, and for the first time during the long morning, smiled. "Yes, sir."
"Christ, stop sirring me to death."
Now Peabody grinned. "She used to say that, too. Now she's used to it."
The shadows in his eyes lifted briefly. "Going to whip me into shape, too, Peabody?"
Behind his back, Peabody wiggled her brows. She didn't think it would take her much time to do just that. She fixed her face into sober lines when he knocked on Wo's door.
An hour later, Peabody was staring, horrified and fascinated, at a human heart preserved in thin blue gel.
"The facilities here," Wo was saying, "are arguably the finest in the world for organ research. It was at this facility, though it was not as expansive as it is today, that Dr. Drake discovered and refined the anti-cancer vaccine. This portion of the center is dedicated to the study of diseases and conditions, including aging, that adversely affect human organs. In addition, we continue to study and refine techniques for organ replacement."
The lab was as large as a heliport, Feeney decided, sectioned off here and there with thin white partitions. Dozens of people in long coats of white, pale green, or deep blue worked at stations, manning computers, compu-scopes, or tools he didn't recognize.
It was quiet as a church. None of the open-air background music some large facilities employed whispered through the lab, and when he inhaled, the air tasted faintly of antiseptic. He made certain he breathed through his nose.
They stood in a section where organs were displayed in the gel-filled bottles, the labels attached to the bases.
At the near door, a security droid stood silently, in case, Feeney thought with a sneer, somebody got the sudden urge to grab a bladder and run for it.
Jesus, what a place.
"Where do you get your specimens?" Feeney asked Wo, and she turned to him with a frigid look.
"We do not remove them from live, unwilling patients. Dr. Young?"
Bradley Young was thin, tall, and obviously distracted. He turned from his work at a sheer white counter populated with scopes and monitors and compu-slides. He frowned, pinched off the magni-clip he wore perched on his nose, and focused pale gray eyes.
"Yes?"
"This is Captain Feeney and his…assistant," she supposed, "from the police department. Dr. Young is our chief research technician. Would you explain how we go about collecting our specimens here for research?"
"Of course." He ran a hand over his hair. It was thin, like his bones, like his face, and the color of bleached wheat. "Many of our specimens are more than thirty years old," he began. "This heart for example." He moved across the blinding white floor to the container where Peabody had been standing. "It was removed from a patient twenty-eight years ago. As you can see, there is considerable damage. The patient had suffered three serious cardiac arrests. This heart was removed and replaced with one of the first runs of the NewLife unit. He is now, at the age of eighty-nine, alive, well, and living in Bozeman, Montana."
Young smiled winningly. He considered that his finest joke. "The specimens were all either donated by patients themselves or next of kin in the event of death, or acquired through a licensed organ broker."
"You can account for all of them."
Young just stared at Feeney. "Account for?"
"You got paperwork on all of them, ID?"
"Certainly. This department is very organized. Every specimen is properly documented. Its donor or brokerage information, its date of removal, the condition at time of removal, surgeon, and team. In addition, any specimen that is studied on premises or off must be logged in and out."
"You take these things out of here?"
"On occasion, certainly." Looking baffled, he glanced at Dr. Wo, who merely waved a hand for him to continue. "Other facilities might request a specific specimen with a specific flaw for study. We have a loan and a sale policy with several other centers around the world."
Click, Feeney thought, and took out his book. "How about these?" he asked, and read off Eve's list.
Again, Young glanced at Wo, and again received a go-ahead signal. "Yes, those are all what we would consider sister facilities."
"Ever been to Chicago?"
"A number of times. I don't understand."
"Captain," Wo interrupted. "This is becoming tedious."