find many problems with the healthiest of people. Abigail resolved there and then to trust her own instincts. Unless she were truly unwell she could take care of herself from here on in.
“I guess you’re sick of talking by now?” Lucas broke the silence.
She looked towards him, a smile blossoming on her face.
“I’m grateful you and Tristan insisted to your boss that it be the two of you who questioned me and got my story,” she replied. “I’m not sure I would have enjoyed going over the same facts three times with complete strangers. And then coming down here and having more tests, more needles…it’s not shaping up to be the best night I’ve ever experienced, no.”
“You’ve been fantastic.” Lucas moved towards her and sat gingerly on the edge of the mattress. The way he treated her so gently, as if she would break, proved to her he didn’t seem certain how robust her mental and emotional health was. She wanted to feel irritated but knew that response would be the height of hypocrisy. She’d been through a lot and it wasn’t unfathomable for him to think she might go off at the deep end. She refused to let his caution upset her, determined to show him through her words and actions that while not at her best, she could handle this.
Abigail shifted so they could look at each other without twisting their necks.
“So what happens now?” she asked. “Is it as simple as I’m allowed to go home? Can you tell me what you guys plan to do next?”
“I don’t think it’s a big secret,” Lucas replied thoughtfully.
He ran a hand through his blond hair and Abigail found it cute how the strands continued to fall partially into his eyes. He flicked them back with an impatient gesture, only to have them slide back again.
“The Agency is willing to put a lot of effort into finding Dr Harper and bringing him to justice,” Lucas continued. “Part of this is because our medical techs are salivating at the thought of going over his research and data, possibly gleaning any new evidence into immune resistance he might have uncovered. More importantly, none of us want someone as immoral as Harper running around using unsuspecting humans as guinea pigs for his personal projects.”
“So your company wants to continue Dr Harper’s work?” Abigail repeated with a sinking sensation in her stomach.
Lucas reached out to touch her shoulder and shook his head vehemently.
“No, no, don’t misunderstand me. They won’t be replicating his work at all. Kimber assured Tristan that scientists often read up on journal articles that get published in their particular field. Work that one person does might offer an idea or nugget of information to assist a different project. Harper’s methods and actions are reprehensible, but some of the structure of his ideas or hypothesis might help give a new direction to currently stalled research. I don’t really understand the tech stuff, but what if something Harper has postulated gives a good scientist an idea on their own project, and a vaccine to help cure cancer, or AIDS comes from it? Should we ignore that idea just because Harper is evil?”
Abigail sighed and looked away for a moment as she thought. She had so much in her brain right then it was difficult to think straight.
“Evil is a strong word,” she finally said. “Misguided, maybe. Driven, absolutely. I don’t condone what Dr Harper has done to me in the least, and I would be outraged if he were allowed to continue, but maybe in his own twisted way he’s trying to do this for the right reasons.”
“You’re defending him?” Lucas replied, clearly stunned.
Abigail shook her head and glanced back at him.
“Absolutely not, but I’ve met the man. He didn’t strike me as a mad doctor, out to kill people without any regard. He certainly seemed single minded, not to mention distracted by his own thoughts, but I’m not sure I would classify him as evil.”
They both fell silent for a moment.
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