Page 155 of The Bone Code
“There was an explosion at InovoVax last night.” Brisk and clipped. “Murray may have been inside the building.”
“Seriously?”
“A security guard thinks he saw him go in around ten, never saw him come out. The place blew around midnight.”
I was too stunned to answer.
“The fire was massive. When the rubble cools, firefighters will go in to search for bodies.”
“Sonofabitch.”
“Well put.”
“What caused the explosion?”
“The arson boys suspect a bomb.”
“Sonofa—”
“Yeah.”
“Keep me looped in?”
“Like you kept me looped in on your arrival last night?” Note of reproach.
“Sorry.”
“Roger that.”
I spent the next few hours engaged in mundane tasks. Groceries at the Harris Teeter. Flounder at Simmons Seafood. Scheduling the damn MRI. Then I pounded out three miles on the beach. Took a very long shower.
My mobile sang again at eleven. I’d changed to War. “All Day Music.”
Caller ID suggested a “maybe” that surprised me. The name wasn’t in my contacts. How did the bloody phone know?
“Good morning, Dr. Bangoboshe.”
“Good morning, Dr. Brennan. Is this a good time?”
“Of course.”
“I took another look at that second page of notes. The one with the coded entries.”
“Yes?”
“I think each line incorporates a date and a batch number.”
I didn’t respond.
“Every batch of vaccine is numbered.”
“Of course.”
I waited.
“That’s all. The rest meant nothing to me.”
“This is very helpful.”
