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the container, fastening it with a snap. “Let’s go.”
They walked down the stairs to the first floor and turned left at the restrooms. They left the building by the rear door, descended a flight of narrow, carved, limestone steps, and found themselves in a small garden. Across from them, maybe fifty yards away, stood Ella Hall.
Dr. Cain pointed to the dorm. “That’s where Mariela stayed. You know, she was a freshman when she … when she arrived that fall semester. Bright-eyed, beautiful – she loved everybody, loved the Lord, knew she could make the world a better place. And she thought St. David’s would help her do it because, at the time, the university had one of the best Bible Departments anywhere. Of course, that was over forty years ago.”
“Dad told me,” Phoenix said. “Things change.”
Dr. Cain paused for a moment, then he said, “I destroyed your evidence, you know – the syringe.”
Phoenix lifted a single eyebrow and said, “You what?” And then he carved his fingers through his short hair and turned and took a few steps to the side, returning just as quickly. Dr. Cain’s action could come back to bite him.
“Somebody did a box-car job on that Psyke,” Dr. Cain said. “And that blood sample? The same.”
“Box car? What does that mean?”
“Not only was that Psyke the most powerful I’ve ever seen, but it’s been developed to be a carrier for other things.”
“What other things?”
“Anything,” Dr. Cain said. “Other stuff, Viagra, pain killer – even bacterium and viruses. The sample you gave me, it---”
“Had a virus?” Phoenix interrupted.
“How would you know that?”
Phoenix shook his head. “I just know. And this virus – what is it?”
“Would you like to see the rat?”
“Which one?” Phoenix asked.
Dr. Cain nodded knowingly. He pulled out the small, metal case holding the phones. “Oops, wrong thing.” He reached back into his jacket and pulled out a photograph, an old one, dog-eared and worn, and he handed it to Phoenix.
“There are only two of us alive today, Phoenix,” Dr. Cain said. “Me and---”
“Patrick Carson,” Phoenix said.
“But he is no rat,” Dr. Cain shot back, with a smile. “Dr. Patrick Carson did some research into my formula just before we graduated. He was ahead of his time in so many ways – absolutely brilliant. But what happened to Mariela really troubled him. Oh, sure he was angry at Eric – he would’ve killed him if Mariela hadn’t gotten him first – but we all knew that Mariela could never, ever have pulled that trigger. That just wasn’t her. Eric? We accept he did what he did, but we’re not sure. But Dr. Carson spent the next few years toying with the formula. He never told me why.”
“You think the Psyke pulled the trigger?”
Dr. Cain shrugged. “I don’t know – but it seems to me that you have to have a reason to kill somebody in order for Psyke to make you kill. Maybe it’s like whiskey. When you have too much, and if you think somebody’s been cheating you at the poker game – well, you know how it goes.”
Then Psyke wouldn’t necessarily make you jump into the sack unless you wanted it?
“What about the rat, the animal?”
“He’s a keeper, alright,” Dr. Cain said. “I want to watch him for a bit. Seems like he thinks he’s been cheated at a game of poker. I’ll let you know what I find. I got a girl doing some tests as we speak. But I will tell you this. The Psyke I see in that rat isn’t anything like what Eric could’ve mixed up.” Dr. Cain paused and rubbed his hand over his face, then he looked around. “I’ve come to peace with the Lord – and I know I’ve been forgiven. But I can’t help thinking how things could’ve turned out had I not discovered Satan’s Piss. Who knows? Maybe Mariela would’ve changed the world. But I guess it’s a moot
They walked down the stairs to the first floor and turned left at the restrooms. They left the building by the rear door, descended a flight of narrow, carved, limestone steps, and found themselves in a small garden. Across from them, maybe fifty yards away, stood Ella Hall.
Dr. Cain pointed to the dorm. “That’s where Mariela stayed. You know, she was a freshman when she … when she arrived that fall semester. Bright-eyed, beautiful – she loved everybody, loved the Lord, knew she could make the world a better place. And she thought St. David’s would help her do it because, at the time, the university had one of the best Bible Departments anywhere. Of course, that was over forty years ago.”
“Dad told me,” Phoenix said. “Things change.”
Dr. Cain paused for a moment, then he said, “I destroyed your evidence, you know – the syringe.”
Phoenix lifted a single eyebrow and said, “You what?” And then he carved his fingers through his short hair and turned and took a few steps to the side, returning just as quickly. Dr. Cain’s action could come back to bite him.
“Somebody did a box-car job on that Psyke,” Dr. Cain said. “And that blood sample? The same.”
“Box car? What does that mean?”
“Not only was that Psyke the most powerful I’ve ever seen, but it’s been developed to be a carrier for other things.”
“What other things?”
“Anything,” Dr. Cain said. “Other stuff, Viagra, pain killer – even bacterium and viruses. The sample you gave me, it---”
“Had a virus?” Phoenix interrupted.
“How would you know that?”
Phoenix shook his head. “I just know. And this virus – what is it?”
“Would you like to see the rat?”
“Which one?” Phoenix asked.
Dr. Cain nodded knowingly. He pulled out the small, metal case holding the phones. “Oops, wrong thing.” He reached back into his jacket and pulled out a photograph, an old one, dog-eared and worn, and he handed it to Phoenix.
“There are only two of us alive today, Phoenix,” Dr. Cain said. “Me and---”
“Patrick Carson,” Phoenix said.
“But he is no rat,” Dr. Cain shot back, with a smile. “Dr. Patrick Carson did some research into my formula just before we graduated. He was ahead of his time in so many ways – absolutely brilliant. But what happened to Mariela really troubled him. Oh, sure he was angry at Eric – he would’ve killed him if Mariela hadn’t gotten him first – but we all knew that Mariela could never, ever have pulled that trigger. That just wasn’t her. Eric? We accept he did what he did, but we’re not sure. But Dr. Carson spent the next few years toying with the formula. He never told me why.”
“You think the Psyke pulled the trigger?”
Dr. Cain shrugged. “I don’t know – but it seems to me that you have to have a reason to kill somebody in order for Psyke to make you kill. Maybe it’s like whiskey. When you have too much, and if you think somebody’s been cheating you at the poker game – well, you know how it goes.”
Then Psyke wouldn’t necessarily make you jump into the sack unless you wanted it?
“What about the rat, the animal?”
“He’s a keeper, alright,” Dr. Cain said. “I want to watch him for a bit. Seems like he thinks he’s been cheated at a game of poker. I’ll let you know what I find. I got a girl doing some tests as we speak. But I will tell you this. The Psyke I see in that rat isn’t anything like what Eric could’ve mixed up.” Dr. Cain paused and rubbed his hand over his face, then he looked around. “I’ve come to peace with the Lord – and I know I’ve been forgiven. But I can’t help thinking how things could’ve turned out had I not discovered Satan’s Piss. Who knows? Maybe Mariela would’ve changed the world. But I guess it’s a moot
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