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be our supervisor for today. She has to be apprised.” A few minutes later Jack returned.
         “What’d she say?” Chet asked.
         “She was as stunned as we were,” Jack said. He grabbed the phone directory before taking his seat. He flipped open the pages to the city listings.
         “Did she want you to do anything in particular?” Chet asked.
         “No,” Jack said. “She told me to tread water until Bingham is informed. In fact she tried to call our illustrious chief, but he’s still incommunicado with the mayor.” Jack picked up the phone and dialed.
         “Who are you calling now?” Chet asked.
         “The Commissioner of Health, Patricia Markham,” Jack said. “I ain’t waiting.”
         “Good grief!” Chet exclaimed, rolling his eyes. “Hadn’t you better let Bingham do that? You’ll be calling his boss behind his back.”
         Jack didn’t respond. He was busy giving his name to the commissioner’s secretary. When she told him to hold on, he covered the mouthpiece with his hand and whispered to Chet: “Surprise, surprise, she’s in!”
         “I guarantee Bingham is not going to like this,” Chet whispered back. Jack held up his hand to silence Chet. “Hello, Commissioner,” Jack said into the phone. “Howya doing. This is Jack Stapleton here, from over at the ME’s office.”
         Chet winced at Jack’s breezy informality.
         “Sorry to spoil your day,” Jack continued, “but I felt I had to call. Dr. Bingham and Dr. Washington are momentarily unavailable and a situation has developed that I believe you should know about. We’ve just made a presumptive diagnosis of plague in a patient from Manhattan General Hospital.”
         “Good Lord!” Dr. Markham exclaimed loud enough for Chet to hear. “That’s frightening, but only one case, I trust.”
         “So far,” Jack said.
         “All right, I’ll alert the City Board of Health,” Dr. Markham said. “They’ll take over and contact the CDC. Thanks for the warning. What was your name again?”
         “Stapleton,” Jack said. “Jack Stapleton.”
         Jack hung up with a self-satisfied smile on his lips. “Maybe you should sell short your AmeriCare stock,” he told Chet. “The commissioner sounds concerned.”
         “Maybe you’d better brush off your résumé,” Chet said. “Bingham is going to be pissed.”
         Jack whistled while he leafed through Nodelman’s file until he came up with the investigative report. Once he had located the name of the attending physician, Dr. Carl Wainwright, he wrote it down. Then he got up and put on his leather bomber jacket.
         “Uh oh,” Chet said. “Now what?”
         “I’m going over to the Manhattan General,” Jack said. “I think I’ll make a site visit. This case is too important to leave up to the generals.” Chet swung around in his chair as Jack went through the door.
         “Of course, you know that Bingham doesn’t encourage us MEs doing site work,” Chet said. “You’ll be adding insult to injury.”
         “I’ll take my chances,” Jack said. “Where I was trained it was considered necessary.”
         “Bingham thinks it’s the job of the PAs,” Chet said. “He’s told us that time and again.”
         “This case is too interesting for me to pass up,” Jack called from down the hall. “Hold down the fort. I won’t be long.”
         5
        
         WEDNESDAY, 3:10 P.M., MARCH 20, 1996
         It was overcast and threatening rain, but Jack didn't mind. Regardless of the weather, the vigorous bike ride uptown to the Manhattan General was a pleasure after having stood all morning in the autopsy room imprisoned inside his moon suit.
         Near the hospital's front entrance Jack located a sturdy street sign to lock his mountain bike to. He even locked up his helmet and bomber jacket with a separate wire lock