Again there was a bit of applause and even titters, coming mainly from the fellow graduates in response to the inside joke about he and Lynn being twins, as it was hard for two people to look more different.
Lynn descended the steps on the other side of the stage, and turned around to watch as Michael approached the dean. He looked immense in his graduation gown, and his lock-twists that hadn’t been shaved at his planned craniotomy stuck out from under his cap.
Lynn felt shell-shocked. She could not believe what the dean had just said to her. Could it be true that there was a chance to go to Boston for her residency, and if there was a spot, could she leave Charleston? Initially Carl had been moved out of the Shapiro after the revelations of abuse by Sidereal Pharmaceuticals, but, having shown no change in his status and since the Shapiro was so good at taking care of people in a vegetative state, Carl’s parents were considering moving him back. If that happened, there would be limited visitation for Lynn.
Lynn could not help but smile as she watched Michael with the dean. The dean was holding on to Michael’s diploma and talking with him above and beyond a mere “congratulations,” just as she had done with her, surely thanking him for his role in the exposé. But as she watched, she saw Michael’s eyes dart momentarily in her direction, making Lynn suspicious that something was being said about her and possibly about Boston. Instead of immediately heading back to her seat, as she had been instructed to do, she waited for Michael. As he approached, diploma in hand, she could tell he looked guilty. She knew him that well.
“Did you say something to her about my wanting to go to Boston?” Lynn asked.
“Who? Me?” Michael asked innocently. “Now, why would I say something like that?”
“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking.”
“Maybe because it would be the healthiest thing for you to do,” Michael said. He gestured for them to head back to their seats. With Lynn in the lead, they started. “And maybe for me, too.”
Lynn stopped, turned around, and gave Michael a quick hug and a peck on the cheek, despite being in full view of everyone. Lynn had never been demonstrative in public. The gesture resulted in a bit more applause and whistles from their fellow students. By then, everyone in their class knew of the role they had played in bringing to light the unethical and even murderous conspiracy that had engulfed the medical center. Lynn and Michael might not have thought of themselves as heroes, but just about everyone else did.
• • •
Are those the two?” Leonid whispered in Russian as Lynn and Michael took their seats.
“Yes,” snarled Darko. He and Leonid were standing at the very rear of the audience. They were dressed casually but smartly in white dress shirts, leather jackets, and jeans. Neither had been caught up in the wide-ranging dragnet instigated by the FBI while investigating and dismantling the Middleton-Sidereal conspiracy. As hit men, they were off-the-books employees, and none of the co-conspirators wanted to risk implicating them, in fear of their reputation and certain reprisal. “Why don’t we just do them and forget about it,” Leonid said. Neither man thought of the two students as heroes. Quite the opposite.
“I’d love to, but we have to wait until we hear from Sergei,” Darko said. “Let’s get out of here! I’ve seen enough!”
The two men started off toward the parking garage. Darko had wanted to see the students once more to make sure their faces were engraved in his memory after his brief, violent, but unfortunately inconclusive encounter with them.
“Why haven’t we heard anything from Sergei?” Leonid asked when they climbed into their car. “It’s been more than a month.”
“He has got a lot on his mind,” Darko said. “Especially after Interpol chased him and Boris out of Geneva back to Moscow. We’ll hear from him. I’m sure he is going to want us to do something. Those two students created a hell of a lot of havoc and lost time, making Sidereal temporarily halt biologics production until a new hospital chain partner is found. I can’t imagine he’s going to be willing to let them fly off free as birds. Nor am I . . .”
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