“No.” Louise broke off another bite. “But it made me think. And it made me more inclined to work harder to get any information for you that might help your investigation. There was a research project at J. Forrester. That’s a private, fairly exclusive clinic that specializes in sexual dysfunctions, relations, fertility issues. Nearly twenty-five years ago, J. Forrester formed a partnership with Allegany Pharmaceuticals to research, study, and develop various chemical products that could alleviate dysfunction and enhance performance, sexually speaking. Many top chemists and R and D people were involved or associated with the project.”
“Testing with elements found in the controlled substances known as Whore and Wild Rabbit.”
“Those, others, combinations. They did, in fact, develop the drug trademarked as Matigol, which has helped extend sexual performance ability in men well past the century mark, and the fertility drug Compax, which allows women to safely conceive and give birth into their fifties should they desire it.”
She nibbled on the danish. “Both these drugs have a very high success rate, but are extremely expensive and therefore largely inaccessible to your average consumer. But for those who can afford it, they’re a miracle.”
“Do you have the names of the players?”
“I’m not finished.” She turned her head, shot out a sunny smile as Roarke walked in. “Good morning.”
“Louise.” He went to her, lifted her hand to his lips. “You look lovely, as always.”
“Yeah, yeah, blah blah. What?” Eve demanded. “What else?”
“Your wife is rude and impatient.”
“That’s why I love her. By the way, Lieutenant, Charles Monroe is on his way upstairs.”
“What is this? A convention?” But as she spoke she aimed one hard, warning look at McNab. His eyes glittered back at her, and he managed to hold the look for a good five seconds before he dropped his gaze, sulkily. “You, get me some data on J. Forrester and Allegany Pharmaceuticals.”
She clenched her jaw, which sent it throbbing as she caught the interest flicker over Roarke’s face. “Damn it.”
“I bought out Allegany, eight, no, I believe it was ten months ago. What’s the connection?”
“I don’t know precisely, because the doc here’s being coy.”
“I’m never coy,” Louise corrected, then her eyes blurred almost as they had when she’d taken her first sip of coffee. “Oh, well,” she said as Charles walked in. “My, my.”
“I guess you want coffee, too,” Eve said.
He nodded. “I wouldn’t say no.”
“I’ll get it.” Flustered, flushing, floundering, Peabody escaped into the kitchen.
“Roarke. McNab.” With the second greeting, Charles’s practiced smile dimmed slightly. Then it polished right up again when he aimed it at Louise. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”
“Louise. Louise Dimatto.” She offered a hand.
“Don’t tell me you’re a cop.”
“Doctor. You?”
If he heard McNab’s muttered opinion, Charles ignored it. “Professional companion.”
“How interesting.”
“Can we save the social hour for later? We’ll have a damn party. Everybody’s invited,” Eve snapped. “I’ll get to you,” she said to Charles. “Finish it out, Louise.”
“Where was I? Oh yes. Despite the success in development, the project and the partnership were dissolved some twenty years ago. Lack of funds, lack of interest, and a number of unfortunate side effects from other experimental drugs during that period. It was decided that further research using forms of those particular chemicals was both cost-prohibitive and potentially financially risky due to threats of legal action. The decision was largely influenced by Dr. Theodore McNamara, who, in essence, headed the project and is credited for the discovery of both Compax and Matigol. There were unsubstantiated rumors of abuse and pilfering during the project. Talk of experimentation not only in the lab, but out of it. Gossip is that some of the suits filed were internal, female staff who claimed to have been given drugs without their knowledge or consent and were sexually molested, perhaps impregnated, while under the influence. If it’s true,” Louise concluded, “nobody in the know is naming names.”
“Good work. I’ll follow it up. If you’ve got a meeting—”
“I’ve got a little time. I’ll just finish my coffee, if it’s all the same to you. In fact, I’ll just help myself to another half cup.”
She breezed into the kitchen.
“Okay, Charles. You’re up.”