“Nothing that jumps out at me,” Jack admitted. “Except how similar they are. But I realize I should have asked for a control. I should have asked for a similar list from a random patient.”
“That shouldn’t be hard to get,” Kathy said. She called Mrs. Zarelli back and asked her to print one out. “Want to wait?” Kathy said.
Jack got to his feet. “I think I’ve overstretched my luck as it is,” he said.
“If you could get it and have it sent over to the medical examiner’s office, I’d be appreciative. As I mentioned, this central supply connection could be important.”
“I’d be happy to do it,” Kathy said.
Jack went to the door and furtively glanced out into the hall. Turning back to Kathy, he said, “It’s hard to get used to acting like a criminal.”
“I think we’re in your debt for your perseverance,” Kathy said. “I apologize for those who have misinterpreted your intentions.”
“Thank you,” Jack said sincerely.
“Can I ask you a personal question?” Kathy asked.
“How personal?” Jack asked.
“Just about your face,” Kathy asked. “What happened? Whatever it was, it looks like it must have been painful.”
“It looks worse than it is,” Jack said. “It’s merely a reflection of the rigors of jogging in the park at night.”
Jack walked quickly through administration and across the lobby. As he stepped out into the early-spring sunshine, he felt relief. It had been the first time he’d been able to visit the General without stirring up a hornet’s nest of protest.
Jack turned right and headed east. On one of his prior visits he’d noticed a chain drugstore two blocks from the hospital. He went directly there. Kathy’s suggestion of rimantadine was a good one, and he wanted to get some for himself, especially given his intention of visiting Gloria Hernandez.
Thinking of the Hernandez woman made Jack reach into his pocket to be sure he’d not misplaced her address. He hadn’t. Unfolding the paper, he looked at it. She lived on West 144th Street, some forty blocks north of Jack.
Arriving at the drugstore, Jack pulled open the door and entered. It was a large store with a bewildering display of merchandise. Everything, including cosmetics, school supplies, cleaning agents, stationery, greeting cards, and even automotive products, was crammed onto metal shelving. The store had as many aisles as a supermarket.
It took Jack a few minutes to find the pharmacy section, which occupied a few square feet in the back corner of the store. With as little respect as pharmacy was given, Jack felt there was a certain irony they even called the establishment a drugstore.
Jack waited in line to speak to the pharmacist. When he finally did he asked for a prescription blank, which he quickly filled out for rimantadine.
The pharmacist was dressed in an old-fashioned white, collarless pharmacist jacket with the top button undone. He squinted at the prescription and then told Jack it would take about twenty minutes.
“Twenty minutes!” Jack questioned. “Why so long? I mean, all you have to do is count out the tablets.”
“Do you want this or don’t you?” the pharmacist asked acidly.
“I want it,” Jack muttered. The medical establishment had a way of bullying people; doctors were no longer immune.
Jack turned back to the main part of the store. He had to entertain himself for twenty minutes. With no goal in mind, he wandered down aisle seven and found himself before a staggering variety of condoms.
BJ liked the idea of the drugstore from the moment he saw Jack enter.
He knew it would be close quarters, and as an added attraction, there was a subway entrance right out the door. The subway was a great place to disappear.
After a quick glance up and down the street, BJ pulled open the door and stepped inside. He eyed the glass-enclosed manager’s office near the entrance, but experience told him it wouldn’t be a problem. It might take a short burst from his machine pistol just to keep everybody’s head down when he was on his way out, but that would be about it.
BJ advanced beyond the checkout registers and started glancing down the aisles, looking for either Jack or Slam. He knew if he found one, he’d quickly find the other. He hit pay dirt in aisle seven. Jack was at the very end, with Slam loitering less than ten feet away.