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Toni took off the headset.
    Frank said, “So he died.”
    â€œHis name was Michael Ross, and he appears to have contracted a virus called Madoba-2.”
    â€œWhat kind of animal was it?”
    On the spur of the moment, Toni decided to set a little trap for Frank. “A hamster,” she said. “Named Fluffy.”
    â€œCould others have become infected?”
    â€œThat’s the number one question. Michael lived here alone; he had no family and few friends. Anyone who visited him before he got sick would be safe, unless they did something highly intimate, like sharing a hypodermic needle. Anyone who came here when he was showing symptoms would surely have called a doctor. So there’s a good chance he has not passed the virus on.” Toni was playing it down. If she had been talking to Kincaid, she would have been more candid, for she could have trusted him not to start a scare. But Frank was different. She finished: “But obviously our first priority must be to contact everyone who might have met Michael in the last sixteen days. I’ve found his address book.”
    Frank tried a different tack. “I heard you say he was troubled about cruelty to animals. Did he belong to a group?”
    â€œYes—Animals Are Free.”
    â€œHow do you know?”
    â€œI’ve been checking his personal stuff.”
    â€œThat’s a job for the police.”
    â€œI agree. But you can’t go into the house.”
    â€œI could put on a suit.”
    â€œIt’s not just the suit, it’s the biohazard training that you have to undergo before you’re allowed to wear one.”
    Frank was becoming angry again. “Then bring the stuff out here to me.”
    â€œWhy don’t I get one of my team to fax all his papers to you? We could also upload the entire hard drive of his computer.”
    â€œI want the originals! What are you hiding in there?”
    â€œNothing, I promise you. But everything in the house has to be decontaminated, either with disinfectant or by high-pressure steam. Both processes destroy papers and might well damage a computer.”
    â€œI’m going to get this protocol changed. I wonder whether the chief constable knows what Kincaid has let you get away with.”
    Toni felt weary. It was the middle of the night, she had a major crisis to deal with, and she was being forced to pussyfoot around the feelings of a resentful former lover. “Oh, Frank, for God’s sake—you might be right, but this is what we’ve got, so could we try to forget the past and work as a team?”
    â€œYour idea of teamwork is everyone doing what you say.”
    She laughed. “Fair enough. What do you think should be our next move?”
    â€œI’ll inform the health board. They’re the lead agency, according to the protocol. Once they’ve tracked down their designated biohazard consultant, he’ll want to convene a meeting here first thing in the morning. Meanwhile, we should start contacting everyone who might have seen Michael Ross. I’ll get a couple of detectives phoning every number in that address book. I suggest you question every employee at the Kremlin. It would be useful to have that done by the time we meet with the health board.”
    â€œAll right.” Toni hesitated. She had something she had to ask Frank. His best friend was Carl Osborne, a local television reporter who valued sensation more than accuracy. If Carl got hold of this story, he would start a riot.
    She knew that the way to get something from Frank was to be matter-of-fact, not appearing either assertive or needy. “There’s a paragraph in the protocol I’ve got to mention,” she began. “It says that no statements should be made to the press without first being discussed bythe main interested parties, including the police, the health board, and the company.”
    â€œNo problem.”
    â€œThe reason I mention it