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“What was so urgent, Hank?” she asked him.

He waved her to the computers. “I need you to see this.” His voice was grim.

She nodded and took the seat he offered before one of the monitors.

“Do you remember when I told you about the possible signature spike of basophils early in the disease process? How this clinical finding might be a way to detect and specify cases more quickly?”

She nodded, but since hearing his theory, she had already begun to doubt it. Jessie’s basophils had spiked, but the child was recovering very well. There had even been talk of letting her out of the hospital ward as soon as tomorrow. This rise in basophils could be something that occurs with many different fevers and is not specific to this disease.

She opened her mouth to say just that, but Dr. Alvisio interrupted, turning to his computer keyboard. He typed rapidly. “It took me a full twenty-four hours to gather data from around the entire country, specifically searching for fever cases in children and the elderly with characteristic basophil spikes. I wanted to run a model for the disease using this new criteria.”

On the monitor, a map of the United States appeared in yellow with each state mapped out in black lines. Small pinpoints of red dotted the map, most clustered in Florida and other southern states. “Here is the old data. Each area of red indicates current documented cases of the contagion.”

Lauren slipped on her reading glasses and leaned closer.

“But using the basophil spike as the marker for designating cases, here is a truer picture of the disease’s present status in the United States.” The epidemiologist hit a keystroke. The map bloomed brighter with red dots. Florida was almost a solid red, as were Georgia and Alabama. Other states, empty before, now were speckled with red spots.

Hank turned to her. “As you can see, the number of cases skyrockets. Many of these patients are in unquarantined wards due to the fact that the trio of signs designated by the CDC have not shown up yet. They’re exposing others.”

Despite her doubts, Lauren felt a sick churn in her belly. Even if Dr. Alvisio was wrong about the basophils, he had made a good point. Early detection was critical. Until then, all feverish children or elderly should be quarantined immediately, even if they weren’t in hot zones like Florida and Georgia. “I see what you’re saying,” she said. “We should contact the CDC and have them establish nationwide quarantine policies.”

Hank nodded. “But that’s not all.” He turned back to his computer and typed. “Based on this new basophil data, I ran an extrapolation model. Here is what the disease picture will look like in two weeks.” He pressed the ENTER key.

The entire southern half of the country went red.

Lauren sat back in shock.

“And in another month.” Hank struck the ENTER key a second time.

The red mottling spread to consume almost the entire lower forty-eight states.

Hank glanced at her. “We have to do something to stop this. Every day is critical.”

Lauren stared at the bloodstained screen, her mouth dry, her eyes wide. Her only consolation was that Dr. Alvisio’s basis for this model was probably overly grim. She doubted the basophil spike was truly an early marker for the disease. Still, the warning here was important. Every day was critical.

Her pager vibrated on her hip, reminding her that the war against this disease had to be fought with every resource. She glanced down to her pager’s screen. It was Marshall. He had followed his numeric code with a 911. Something urgent.

“Can I use your phone?” she asked.

“Of course.”

She stood and crossed to his desk. Hank returned to his computers and statistical models. She dialed the number. The phone was answered in half a ring.

“Lauren…”

“What is it, Marshall?”

His words were rushed, full of fear. “It’s Jessie. I’m at the hospital.”

Lauren clutched the phone tighter. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Her temperature is up again.” His voice cracked. “Higher than it’s ever been. And three other children have been admitted. Fevers, all of them.”

“Wh…what are you saying?” she stammered, but she knew the answer to her own question.

Her husband remained silent.

“I’ll be right there,” she finally said, dropping the phone and scrabbling to replace it in its cradle.

Hank turned to her, noticing her reaction. “Dr. O’Brien?”

Lauren could not speak. Jessie…the basophil spike…the other children. Dear God, the disease was here!

Lauren stared glassily at the monitor with the map of the United States mottled entirely in red. The epidemiologist’s theory was not a mistake. It wasn’t overly pessimistic.

“Is everything all right?” Hank asked softly.

Lauren slowly shook her head, eyes fixed on the screen.

One month.

5:23 P.M.

AMAZON JUNGLE

Kelly sat hunched with her brother, both flanking Olin Pasternak. The Russian computer expert was screwing down the cover piece to reassemble the satellite communication system. He had been working on it all afternoon, trying to raise the States.

“This had better work,” he mumbled. “I’ve torn it down to the mother-board and built it back up. If this doesn’t work, I don’t know what else to try.”

Frank nodded. “Fire it up.”

Olin checked the connections one final time, adjusted the satellite dish, then returned his attention to the laptop computer. He switched on the solar power, and after a short wait, the operating system booted up and the screen hummed to life.

“We’ve got a connection to the HERMES satellite!” Olin said, and sighed with relief.

A cheer went up around Kelly. The entire camp, except for the pair of Rangers on guard by the swamp, was gathered around Olin and his communication equipment.

“Can you get an uplink established?” Waxman asked.

“Keep your fingers crossed,” Olin said. He began tapping at the keyboard.

Kelly found herself holding her breath. They needed to reach someone Stateside. Reinforcements were certainly needed here. But more important to her, Kelly couldn’t stand not knowing Jessie’s status. She had to find a way to get back to her.

“Here we go.” Olin struck a final sequence of keys. The familiar connection countdown began.

Richard Zane mumbled behind her. “Please, please work…”

His prayer was in all their hearts.