Project: Enhance suggestibility of the subject.
Method: Medical extension of coma and amnesia induction.
Purpose: Eradicate homosexual behavior
Subject: Omar Kebalah, an Egyptian teenager from an affluent family, who travels to Evanston to prepare for his future. He is afraid. Coming to the United States is his father’s idea—Dr. Mohammad Kebalah. Omar hides behind nationalism and political idealism, but there is a secret he’s been keeping. Chris Levinson, the host family’s son, helps him unlock the secret. Seventeen, rich, handsome, and invincible, they go on a road trip in Chris’ brand new car. They never reach their destination. Chris and another boy are killed. Omar goes into a coma. And the story has only just begun.
Finch was taking a calculated risk. He had seen something in Ann’s eyes the night he spoke to her in front of the grocery store. She was startled, of course, but there was something else, something that wanted to peer through her desire to control, beyond her elitist and defiant tone. There were tiny sparks of the woman underneath the prominent scientist that wanted to push through, held back only by determination. He had seen the same fear in Ann’s eyes as she was almost fleeing Wong’s office. Finch had also been in touch with Melanie, Ann’s gossipy assistant, who had been very helpful. The death of Ann’s patients had attracted the detective’s already piqued interest. Perhaps this would help the detective break through the icy exterior and get at what was underneath.
“Well, detective, don’t just stand there.”
“Dr. Dole,” Finch said with a start. “I’m sorry, but I just wanted to…”
Ann walked close quickly. “Don’t tell me you just happened to be in the neighborhood or because you want to help me take out the trash.”
“No, doctor, I am here to speak to you.”
Ann set down the trash bag. “Listen, detective,” she said through her teeth, “I don’t know what you’ve been up to or what you think I’m up to. Frankly, I don’t care. All I want is to be left alone. This is bordering on harassment.”
“Doctor,” Finch said calmly, “I believe couple of your patients have a bigger complaint; that is, they would if they could.”
“What the hell are you trying to say?”
Finch did not answer immediately. He was searching. Was he seeing the fear, perhaps even remorse, beyond the growl? “Doctor,” he said, measuring his words, “I’m only trying to understand why your patients die. That’s not too unreasonable, is it?”