“Eden,” she says, “Eden loved you so very much. She would have done anything for you, Jack.”
And as she leans over to kiss his forehead, she prays that it’s still true.
Chapter Twenty-Four
The next day dawns bright and clear. When Jack straggles downstairs, he’s rubbing his eyes, but his color is good and he has no trouble downing the plate of eggs and bacon Nan puts in front of him. He takes one look out the window and perks up.
“Think there will be practice today?” he asks hopefully.
Nan shakes her head.
“Ed told me he’s bunking off today. Some new movie came out and he can’t wait till the weekend to see it. I think he’ll be giving you a call after school,” she says conspiratorially. She looks at Holly. “That is, if it’s okay with your mum.”
“If you get your assignments done,” Holly says. She can’t make it look too easy. “And only if it’s the early showing.”
When Jack leaves to go shower, Holly shoots Nan a sidelong glance. “Thanks,” she says.
Nan shrugs. “No worries. Ed could use the break anyhow. He’s turning into a total lax-head.” She looks down at the kitchen table she’s scrubbing. “Was yesterday . . . did Jack feel like that because he played? Because of that condition he has?”
It’s Holly’s turn to look away. “Probably,” she admits. “Jack is prone to overdoing it, and he hasn’t been at his best since he’s been here.” She doesn’t go into details. There’s no point.
* * *
Holly spends the morning in the office. She has a huge stack of marketing items to sign off on, and she’s getting serious pressure from Barry to fly home. She knows she needs to consider it. But she’s afraid to leave Jack. It’s clear that he’s struggling, between his discovery about Eden and the news of his own health.
She could take him back to the States with her, but she wouldn’t be able to watch him if she’s in meetings all day. And she’s worried about how air travel would affect him. The normal hormonal changes of adolescence may be behind some of what he’s experiencing in terms of the injection wearing off so quickly, but it’s also possible that flying, or the time change, or jet lag contributed to his current weakened state. And if she takes him home with her, what happens when she needs to fly back? She could force him to stay with Barry, but what if he gets worse? Or starts hanging out with his friends again and makes another stupid decision?
Christopher Cooke had better earn that enormous retainer soon.
She works through the rest of the day, signing documents, writing emails, packaging her thoughts into crisp sound bites for her PR team. And all the while, the germ of an idea is growing. It’s a bad idea, she knows, but she doesn’t have any others. And so, when she’s finished for the day, before she heads downstairs, she calls the lab and asks for Elliot Benton.
There’s a long wait. She sits on the edge of the desk, twining the phone cord through her fingers and imagining the scene on the other end—Elliot deep in research, shaking off the first call, then the second, looking up when someone finally tromps all the way to his office. It makes her smile, on a day when very little else has. If things had turned out differently, she imagines, she would have been quite like Elliot.
At last he comes to the phone. He’s flustered, she can tell, but that doesn’t stop him from launching into an excited monologue about his current projects. She listens patiently. Finally he draws a breath.
“Elliot,” she says before he can continue, “that’s all fascinating. Especially the latest bit about the sea cucumbers. But I may be in London for longer than I’d planned, and I’d like to keep working on something I’m researching myself. I’m calling you because I know you’ll understand. Would you do me a favor?”
There’s no reason for him to be suspicious, but still, she holds her breath.
“Of course,” he says jovially. “We scientists have to stick together.” He’s flattered, as she’d counted on him to be.
She walks him through the procedures, her private lab, the secret vault. She’s toyed with the idea of bringing Elliot in on her research, but it’s too much to explain, too complicated. Plus, he’s a stickler for protocol, and what she’s done violates almost every rule available.
Once Elliot understands what she wants, she has to explain how to get it to her. “Because it’s human blood, you can’t just have the lab send it out,” she says. For that reason, and because it is the last of what she has from Eden, she’s considered paying someone to hand-deliver the vial. But it’s too risky—too many people would have to know about the transaction.