“My God, Marissa!” Cyrill said.
“What’s this all about?”
“You’ll know soon enough,” Marissa said.
“But there’d still more. Is there an ELISA test for BCG bacillus?”
“Offhand, I don’t know,” Cyrill said.
“But if there isn’t, we can have it made up.”
“Do it!” Marissa said.
“And one last thing.”
“Jesus, Marissa…” Cyrill sighed.
“We’ll need an emergency U.S. visa for Dr. Tristan Williams.”
“Why don’t I just call President Bush and have him take care of all this?” Cyrill said.
“I’m counting on you,” Marissa said.
She knew she was asking a lot of Cyrill, but she was convinced it was vitally important. After exchanging goodbyes, they each hung up.
“Did I hear that a trip to the States is in the offing?” Tristan said as he peeked through the door.
“I hope so,” Marissa said.
“The sooner the better.”
The following morning both Marissa and Tristan were pleasantly surprised by their reception at the U.S. Consulate. As soon as Marissa gave her name, they were shown into Consul David Krieger’s office.
During the night, communications had been received from the State Department and from the U.S. ambassador in Beijing.
“I don’t know who you people are,” David told them, “but I’m certainly impressed by the behind-the-scenes flurry your being here has stirred up. It’s not often I’m given instructions to issue an emergency U.S. visa. But I’m pleased to say I have one for Dr.
Williams.”
David Krieger himself accompanied Marissa and Tristan to the Public Security Bureau on Jeifong Bei Lu Street in front of Yuexiu Park. Although the police had been advised of the case, they still insisted on interrogating Marissa and Tristan, but did so in David Krieger’s presence. They proceeded to check Marissa’s and Tristan’s story by dispatching several officers by helicopter to the two villages Marissa and Tristan claimed to have passed through.
During the interview, it was apparent to Marissa that the Chinese authorities associated their presence with the cigarette boat incident. Marissa was quick to say that it was at the appearance of the powerboat and the patrol boat that the captain of the junk had made them jump overboard.
When they returned to the consulate, David Krieger was optimistic that the problem would be resolved swiftly. He graciously invited Marissa and Tristan to have lunch with him. After lunch, the consul arranged for Marissa and Tristan to get some Westernstyle clothes. By the time they returned to the consulate, word had already arrived that Marissa and Tristan were free to leave the PRC whenever they cared to.
“If you are in a hurry,” the consul said, “we can make arrangements for you to fly to Hong Kong this afternoon.”
“No, not Hong Kong,” Marissa said quickly.
“Are there other foreign destinations available directly from Guangzhou?” She didn’t like the idea of returning to Hong Kong even if only in transit. She didn’t want to risk any more run ins with the thugs from the FCA or the Wing Sin.
“There is a daily flight to Bangkok,” David Krieger said.
“That would be much better,” Marissa said.
“But it’s out of your way if you’re heading back to the States,” David Krieger said.
Marissa smiled innocently.
“Regardless, I think we’d both rather spend a little more time flying than going back through Hong Kong. Do you agree, Tristan?”
“Right you are, luv,” Tristan said.
“Here are all the statistics we could get on such short notice,” Cyrill Dubchek said, handing computer printout pages to Marissa.
Marissa, Tristan, and Cyrill were sitting in Cyrill’s office at the Centers for Disease Control in Atlanta, Georgia. Marissa and Tristan had just arrived that afternoon from their grueling flight across the Pacific, flying from Bangkok to Honolulu to L.A. to Atlanta.
Even though they were exhausted, Marissa insisted on going directly to the CDC.
Marissa studied the pages carefully. Tristan looked at Cyrill and shrugged. Tristan was still in the dark as to Marissa’s suspicions.
“Just as I thought,” Marissa said, raising her eyes from the computer paper.
“These statistics mirror those that I found in Australia with the FCA data. They show that the Women’s Clinics around the country have a high rate of pregnancy per patient in their in-vitro fertilization program but a low success rate per cycle. In other words, most IVF patients at Women’s Clinics get pregnant but it takes multiple cycles before they’re met with success. Look how the success rate shoots up after the fifth lVF attempt.”