“What surprised me was how little meningitis was involved,” Laurie said. “Even the child had very little, and I would have thought at least she would have had extensive involvement.”
“What puzzles me,” Jack said, “is the amount of pneumonitis. Obviously it is an airborne infection, but it usually invades the upper part of the respiratory tree, not the lungs.”
“It can get there easily enough once it gets into the blood,” Chet said.
“Obviously all these people had high levels coursing through their vascular systems.”
“Have either of you heard if any more cases have come in today?” Jack asked.
Chet and Laurie exchanged glances. Both shook their heads.
Jack scraped back his chair and went to a wall phone. He called down to communications and posed the same question to one of the operators.
The answer was no. Jack walked back to the table and reclaimed his seat.
“Well, well,” he said. “Isn’t this curious. No new cases.”
“I’d say it was good news,” Laurie said.
“I’d second that,” Chet said.
“Does either of you know any of the internists over at the General?” Jack asked.
“I do,” Laurie said. “One of my classmates from medical school is over there.”
“How about giving her a call and seeing if they have many meningococcal cases under treatment?” Jack asked.
Laurie shrugged and went to use the same phone Jack had just used.
“I don’t like that look in your eye,” Chet said.
“I can’t help it,” Jack said. “Just like with the other outbreaks, little disturbing facts are beginning to appear. We’ve just autopsied some of the sickest meningococcal patients any of us has ever seen and then, boom!
No more cases, as if a faucet had been turned off. It’s just what I was talking about earlier.”
“Isn’t that characteristic of the disease?” Chet asked. “Peaks and valleys.”
“Not this fast,” Jack said. Then he paused. “Wait a second,” he added. “I just thought of something else. We know who the first person was to die in this outbreak, but who was the last?”
“I don’t know, but we’ve got all the folders,” Chet said.
Laurie returned. “No meningococcal cases presently,” she said. “But the hospital doesn’t consider itself out of the woods. They’ve instituted a massive campaign of vaccination and chemoprophylaxis. Apparently the place is in an uproar.”
Both Jack and Chet merely grunted at this news. They were preoccupied with going through the eight folders and jotting down notations on their napkins.
“What on earth are you guys doing?” Laurie asked.
“We’re trying to figure out who was the last to die,” Jack said.
“What on earth for?” Laurie asked.
“I’m not sure,” Jack said.
“This is it,” Chet said. “It was Imogene Philbertson.”
“Honest?” Jack questioned. “Let me see.”
Chet turned around the partially filled-out death certificate that listed the time of death.
“I’ll be damned,” Jack said.
“Now what?” Laurie asked.
“She was the one who worked in central supply,” Jack said.
“Is that significant?” Laurie asked.
Jack pondered for a few minutes, then shook his head. “I don’t know,” he said. “I’ll have to look back at the other outbreaks. As you know, each outbreak has included someone from central supply. I’ll see if it is a pattern I’d missed.”
“You guys weren’t particularly impressed with my news that there are currently no more cases of meningococcal disease over at the General.”
“I am,” Chet said. “Jack sees it as confirmation of his theories.”
“I’m worried it is going to frustrate our hypothetical terrorist,” Jack said. “It’s also going to teach him an unfortunate lesson.”
Both Laurie and Chet rolled their eyes to the ceiling and let out audible groans.
“Come on, you guys,” Jack said. “Hear me out. Let’s just say for the sake of argument that I’m right about some weirdo spreading these microbes in hopes of starting an epidemic. At first he picks the scariest, most exotic diseases he can think of, but he doesn’t know that they won’t really spread patient to patient. They are spread by arthropods having access to an infected reservoir. But after a few flops he figures this out and turns to a disease that is spread airborne. But he picks meningococcus.