at last what he was asking her to do, had to sit down on the sofa. Her hand trembled as she stirred the coffee. Then sheâd looked up, and said to the heavyset marine, âDid you know I went to school with Fayzah Al-Syori?â
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SHEâD MET Fayzah, a rather mousy-looking brunette, at Ohio State. Theyâd worked under Dr. Richard Andrews isolating pyrogenic protein toxins derived from Staphylococcus aureus . The Iraqi spoke English with a British accent; said sheâd done her undergraduate work at East Anglia. Theyâd gone to lunch together, to the library, done lab work together.
Maureen had gone to Fayzahâs apartment once, which she shared with another Iraqi woman whose name she couldnât recallâSela, something like that. Her brother, Fayzah said, had died in the Iran-Iraq war. âHe was a hero. We are proud of him. He died for Saddam Hussein and the Arab people,â she had remarked, hugging the girl. Something Maureen hadnât thought about twice at the time.
She hadnât thought much about it at all, really. Al-Syori seemed nice; gentle and self-effacing. She worked hard, but the projects she proposed were copies of previously done research. She seemed ordinary, a bit of a plodder, except when the results did not match the graphs. Then sheâd cry and curse. Once sheâd asked Maureen if she thought she was good enough to be in research. Sheâd replied reassuringlyâthinking that not everyone could be a geniusâtill a shy smile had dawned through the tears, and Fayzah had kissed her. When they got a good mark on their project, Fayzah had given her a box gift-wrapped in gold foil.
She could still taste the sticky sweetness of those Iraqi dates.
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HAVE YOU seen her since?â
âTwo or three years agoâ¦at the ICAAC; thatâs the Interscience Conference on Antimicrobial Agents and Chemotherapy meeting in Atlanta. Thatâs a huge convention, college profs, CDC people. We said hi, that was all. She said she had a job in Iraq. I never thought it would be anything likeâ¦like what the magazines say.â
âWhat do they say? We donât get to read many magazines where I work.â
âWell, that sheâs the brains behind Saddamâs biological warfare program. That she weaponized botulinum toxin and anthrax. Tested them on Iranian prisoners of war. Organized mass productionâ¦itâs hard to believe.â
âYou donât think she could do something like that?â
âThatâs not what I meant. I thinkâ¦what I mean is, itâs hard to think someone you used to share pizzas with couldâ¦Sheâs not a brilliant researcher, but none of this is original work. Itâs engineering, taking the lab processes and scaling them up. She admired Saddam Hussein. She and her roommate had a big poster of him in their apartment.â Maureen sighed. âI have to sayâ¦maybe she could.â
Paulik cleared his throat. âLet me say one thing up front, Doctor. Iâm not a fan of women in the military. But they told me you were the best in the theater.â
âIâll try not to take that personally. I know Iâm not a combat-arms type. But if you think thereâs a possibility ofâ¦then of course Iâll advise your men. Just tell me where to go and what you want me to do.â
And Paulik had said, âWeâre taking you to âArâar.â
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SHEâD MET Curtis at an art show one of the microbiologists at Fort Detrick had dragged her to. He was an exhibitor, a glassworker. Not cute animals, but the most ethereal, exquisite collector glassware sheâd ever seen. He used exotic metals to give his pieces a shimmering play of color, like cast rainbows. He was divorced, but not recently; he seemed to have the flower-to-flower syndrome out of his system. His day job was business development manager for the city of Frederick. Theyâd dated for a year,
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