Abruptly Terese left Jack and moved over next to Richard. She watched him gathering a handful of frozen vials. “All of it, now!” she warned. “There cannot be any evidence here, you understand?”
“It was the worst decision of my life to help you,” Richard complained.
When he had all the vials he disappeared into the bathroom. “How are you involved in all this?” Jack asked Terese.
Terese didn’t answer. Instead she walked around the partition into the living room. Behind him Jack heard the toilet flush, and he hated to think what had just been sent into the city’s sewers to infect the sewer rats.
Richard reappeared and followed Terese into the living area. Jack couldn’t see them, but given the high, unadorned ceiling he could hear them as if they were right next to him.
“We’ve got to get him out of here immediately,” Terese said.
“And do what?” Richard asked moodily. “Dump him in the East River?”
“No, I think he should just disappear,” Terese said. “What about Mom and Dad’s farmhouse up in the Catskills?”
“I never thought of that,” Richard said. His voice brightened. “But, yeah, that’s a good idea.”
“How will we get him up there?” Terese asked.
“I’ll bring around my Explorer,” Richard said.
“The problem is getting him into it and then keeping him quiet,” Terese said.
“I’ve got ketamine,” Richard said.
“What’s that?” Terese asked.
“It’s an anesthetic agent,” Richard said. “It’s used a lot in veterinary medicine. There are some uses for humans, but it can cause hallucinations.”
“I don’t care if it causes hallucinations,” Terese said. “All I care about is whether it will knock him out or not. Actually, it would be best just to have him tranquilized.”
“Ketamine is all I’ve got,” Richard said. “I can get it because it’s not a scheduled drug. I use it with the animals.”
“I don’t want to hear about any of that,” Terese said. “Is it possible just to give him enough to make him dopey?”
“I don’t know for sure,” Richard said. “But I’ll try.”
“How do you give it?” Terese asked.
“Injection,” Richard said. “But it’s short-acting, so we might have to do it several times.”
“Let’s give it a try,” Terese said.
Jack found himself perspiring heavily when Terese and Richard reappeared from the living room. Jack didn’t know if it was from a fever or from the worry engendered by the conversation he’d just overheard. He did not like the idea of being an unwilling experimental subject with a potent anesthetic agent.
Richard went to a cabinet and got out a handful of syringes. From another cabinet he got the drug, which came in a glass vial with a rubber top. He then stopped to figure out a dose.
“What do you think he weighs?” Richard asked Terese as if Jack were an uncomprehending animal.
“I’d guess about one-eighty, give or take five pounds,” Terese said.
Richard did some simple calculations, then filled one of the syringes.
As he came at Jack, Jack had to fight off a panic attack. He wanted to scream, but he didn’t. Richard injected the ketamine into his right upper arm. Jack winced. It burned like crazy.
“Let’s see what that does,” Richard said, stepping away. He discarded the used syringe. “While we wait I’ll go get my car.”
Terese nodded. Richard got his ski parka and pulled it on. At the door he told Terese he’d be back in ten minutes.
“So, this is a sibling operation,” Jack commented when he and Terese were alone.
“Don’t remind me,” Terese said, shaking her head. She began to pace as Richard had earlier.
The first effect Jack experienced from the ketamine was a ringing in his ears. Then his image of Terese began to do strange things. Jack blinked and shook his head. It was as if a cloud of heavy air were settling over him, and he was outside of himself watching it happen. Then he saw Terese at the end of a long tunnel. Suddenly her face expanded to an enormous size. She was speaking but the sound echoed interminably. Her words were incomprehensible.
The next thing Jack was aware of was that he was walking. But it was a strange, uncoordinated walk, since he had no idea where the various parts of his body were. He had to look down to see his feet sweep out of the periphery of his vision and then plant themselves. When he tried to look where he was going he saw a fragmented image of brightly colored shapes and straight lines that were constantly moving.