Overfall

by David Dun

  In the limousine Samir found himself longing for another massage and for Michelle’s company. He called the general, knowing all the while that she must be a Chellis plant and he would be walking into DuShane’s latest scheme.

  “I am afraid I don’t feel well enough to travel. I’d like another massage from that woman, what’s her name?”

  “The stubborn one? She’s Michelle. She won’t answer to her Arabic name.”

  “It doesn’t matter,” Samir said. “I just want the woman to give me a massage.”

  Michelle met him in the guest house within the hour. “I would like to buy you from the general,” Samir said. Her eyes showed hope, then went flat. “Take you to Lebanon, where you would be free. I should like to employ you, but only if you accept. I would try to see that you get to visit your son. And if you work hard enough and smart enough, I will consider helping you get your son back.”

  “I am required to give you sex?”

  “No. Never.”

  “I am a slave. I cannot leave.”

  “You aren’t listening. You can leave if I buy you.”

  She seemed to consider; then she spoke quickly. “I accept your offer.”

  “Good.”

  Samir called the general from the limo and established a price of $200,000 and the sale of five missiles. It was the missile deal that sealed the bargain. Already rich, the general was not so interested in the money—but he certainly took it.

  There was just enough time for Anna to pack a bag before sleep. At 4:00 A.M. she would be going to the airport to meet Sam. When the phone rang, she talked herself into picking it up, knowing it could be her agent.

  “Guess what I’m going to get you for August Moon.”

  “Whatever you negotiate. You know—”

  “I know you like to pretend the money doesn’t matter. Maybe you’re not pretending. Anyway, guess why I’m going to get you twenty million.”

  “Because I have two X chromosomes?”

  “Because you’re going to get nominated. I’m pretty sure and so is everyone else.”

  “I wish I had a clever line for that one.”

  “You deserve it.” Despite her deadline at the airport she remained on the line for five minutes, listening to her agent’s assessment of who was impressed, who was not, who would be critical, and most of all, who would be jealous and whom she had impressed. These would be the factors that would help determine whether she would win her second Academy Award.

  “They want to have a little formal announcement about your taking the part at the studio—and a party. Next week. Thursday or Friday. They’re working the details.”

  “Okay.”

  “Anna? Will Lane be coming?”

  “I ... I don’t think so.”

  “Will anyone?”

  “What have you heard?”

  “Nothing. Nothing. Well, maybe not exactly nothing.”

  “Tell me.”

  “Well, there was the story about the yachtsman, which you denied, of course. And then I asked Peter if he knew anything ... and of course he denied it, but his voice said otherwise, or so I thought.”

  “There is someone. I haven’t broken up with Lane, though. This new guy has got the worst case of hide-and-seek I’ve ever seen. He’s seriously the smartest man I have ever met.”

  “Have you fallen for him?”

  “Officially I don’t know he exists.”

  “How does he feel about you?”

  “He doesn’t know yet. I haven’t told him.”

  “Normally that would be something he would tell you.”

  “I’m working on it. I’ll get him to take me to the studio party. I’ll just have to work fast.”

  “I guess you will.”

  Anna took a deep breath and dialed again. “Lane?”

  “Yeah?”

  “This is really unfortunate but I need you to be just dead-on honest with me.”

  “Okay.”

  “Sometime here we are planning to have dinner. And I think we will both be jockeying for one of those really sweet, we’re-great-pals breakups. That’s what I think. You tell me right now straight out if I’m wrong.”

  “Who is he?”

  “His name isn’t important and ... well ... it’s the fellow who is helping me with my brother ... Mr. Secrets.”

  “Her name is Julie.”

  “Have you slept with her?”

  “No. Of course not. I’ve barely talked to her. Well, maybe I’ve talked to her. And she went home before we actually slept.”

  “You’re a gentleman. Go have your way with her. Under any other circumstances I would do this better. You deserve better. You are a good man and some woman will be very lucky. We are now officially good friends.”

  “Okay. You tell your publicist first. Mine will confirm. It was mutual, we remain best friends, blah-blah-blah. And there were no third parties involved. I do want to know, though. Did you sleep with him?”

  “No way. Never even considered it. Until now.”

  Twenty-two

  When she heard the whine of the hydraulics and the thump of the landing gear doors, Anna began the talk with Sam in earnest.

  “What’s happening at Harvard?”

  “Your code phrase opened the file folder, but there are many other folders that are also encoded and they have to be decoded with a random-numbers generator. We’re using Big Brain and sucking up the power of several computers. They did get a bunch of science, but of course everyone is most curious about what is hidden. Human nature. So we wait.”

  “I am excited about August Moon, but it’s difficult to feel excited about anything without feeling guilty.”

  “It’s like laughing at a funeral.”

  “Anyway, they’re having a little party at the studio.”

  “That’s great. Give you a chance to show the world it’s business as usual for you.”

  “Right. Except for it to look normal, I need an escort.”

  “What about Lane?”

  “We’re officially just friends now.”

  “So?”

  “Well, if ... you break up and then attend something like this, it fuels rumors and starts talking. You just don’t do it without some time passing, and even then ...”

  “Well, I’m sorry to hear about Lane.”

  “Thanks. There is a solution, though. ...” She put her hand on his and gently squeezed.

  “Oh, Anna, I’m ... I’m flattered, and honored, but ... rumors and publicity. I can’t ...”

  “Yeah. I thought you probably couldn’t, but it would, you know ... mean so much.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Maybe?”

  “I think we may be repeating ourselves.”

  “I’m sure you are right. I’m sure you are. But just in case there is a way, maybe you could sleep on it. Not, you know, make the final decision.”

  “All right. We’ll let it rest for now.”

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  A few moments of silence followed.

  “Maybe you’d consider just arriving with me, maybe come in the same limo, then wander around.”

  “I would love to. It’s just the occupational hazard thing.”

  “Riding in the same limo. Just being at the same party, maybe now and then talking or walking together. Look, I’m sure you are right. I’m a schmuck for pushing the issue. Or at least I’m feeling like one.”

  “I will ride in the car with you. Then we will go our own ways at the party. Okay?”

  “That’s cool. And really thoughtful. And I think a step forward.”

  He was quiet for a moment. “You’re ignoring the fact that I’ve built my career on anonymity.”

  “Which conveniently removes many of the women that might interest you.”

  “So when you go to the store are you one of those people that picks through all the fruit, testing each one?”

  “It’s just dating.”

  “That’
s me, I’m just dating too.”

  “But you will ...”

  “Take you to the party.”

  The Seattle cabbie had a walrus mustache and spoke Russian. After talking to a Russian-speaking dispatcher, the man seemed to understand where they were going.

  Sam listened intently on his cell phone to Paul rattle off the tail end of the report on Dr. Galbraith. Anna was trying to put her head close to Sam’s so she could hear the story as Paul told it. Sam blew in her ear, causing her to pull away, and grinned.

  “So you checked the title records and found a few million in commercial real estate?” Anna asked when Sam had hung up.

  “That’s right. House is expensive, no mortgage, no car loans, no credit card debt. We had somebody go through his garbage and find his stockbroker. He had three. We called all of them, claiming to be a friend and wanting to adopt the same strategy as the good doctor. We emphasized how much the doctor thought of them. One of them was candid enough to say that Galbraith made most of his money on stock options in Grace Technologies and the brokerage house had nothing to do with the choice. In fact they wouldn’t have picked the stock.”

  “No kidding.”

  “I think we’ve established that he’s well off through some association with Grace Technologies.”

  “So he’s in their pocket.”

  “Seems so.”

  “And you’re absolutely sure that your fellow, what’s his name ...”

  “Yanavitch, George Yanavitch.”

  “... has no connection with Grace.”

  “I am. Plus he’s a leading authority on schizophrenia and its physiological correlates.”

  “And you think that helps because? ...”

  “If somebody were going to do something to screw up your mind, they probably disrupt the electrical chemical activity in your brain. That is a physiological process.”

  “Okay,” she said. “When do we leave for Jason’s?”

  “Paul will have my friends outfitted and ready to go in a couple of hours. We have the intelligence we need.”

  The cab sped past Virginia Mason Clinic and up to a large brick residential-looking structure that was actually a suite of medical offices.

  They paid the cabbie and got out. There were four psychiatrists listed on the bronze plaque by the door. In the offices they were confronted with an empty receptionist’s chair, antiques, and a carpet that Anna carefully inspected. Checking the nap from the underside, she pronounced it genuine handwoven Persian.

  “This isn’t the place they do the scans and physiology stuff.”

  “It looks nearly like the office of an art broker.”

  “Yeah, well, no law against taste.”

  At that moment the receptionist returned and showed them into the office of Dr. Yanavitch, a pleasant bearded man, round in the face and with hair gone silver-gray.

  “My goodness,” he said when Anna took off the hat and the glasses.

  “Pleased to meet you,” Anna said.

  “As between the two of us, I’m sure I’m the one who’s pleased. Sit down.”

  They sat in stylish wooden chairs next to a large overstuffed chair that Sam surmised was the proverbial couch.

  “I’m afraid we’ve had a little hitch.”

  “Hitch?” Sam said, immediately alert.

  “I know you said that no one was to know about your inquiries. But we goofed. Routinely we get referrals. Our physiological work leads many therapists to want to eliminate functional disorders before they begin treatment. They want to work with as healthy a brain as they can get. Sometimes our studies lead us to recommend drugs that alter the brain chemistry and make therapy more effective. At any rate, my staff knew that Jason had been seeing Dr. Galbraith and unfortunately assumed it must be a referral despite my admonition. So they contacted Galbraith’s office and requested records. That’s the bad news. The good news is his office sent the records and I opened them before they called, in a panic, and asked for them back. I also, as you requested, have had several discussions with Dr. Carl Fielding about the contents of the disk. And in addition, as you requested, we have talked with others at Harvard and MIT.”

  Sam tried not to look sick about the disclosure to Galbraith. “What did you learn?”

  “Galbraith’s office said they’d need the consent of the patient’s guardian for me to release their information to Anna Wade or anyone else. And they asked for it back.”

  “But you didn’t mention the disk.”

  “That never came up.”

  “Uh-huh,” Sam said. “We have a lot of resistance from those responsible for Jason. Anna is his sister. Maybe without going into specifics you could tell us what might account for Jason’s behavioral problems.”

  “Well, let’s just assume he’s paranoid as you describe, nervous, afraid, makes up imaginary enemies, and so on. But otherwise he’s brilliant. To tell you the truth, I’ve never seen asymmetric right prefrontal brain activity combined this way with diffuse amygdala activity and some limbic system activity in patterns that I see with Jason. Let’s just say hypothetically that if he had pathology in his prefrontal cortex, amygdala, and limbic system, you would expect abnormalities related to fear, perhaps the memory of fearful events, or even the inability to be afraid, or at least the inability to respond appropriately. Prefrontal activity similar to this, although not quite the same, is associated with anxious temperament. The amygdala is critical in processing unconditioned fear responses such as what you might expect if you show a zoo-raised monkey a deadly cobra.” Yanavitch slowed, seeing that his guests were not following him. “Let me tell you a little about the brain if I might, because it will be relevant in talking over Jason’s work.”

  Sam nodded, and the concentration lines on Anna’s forehead made it apparent that she was girding herself for a mental battle.

  “The brain consists of a hundred billion neurons. They transmit and receive electrical impulses using chemically operated circuits. For our little discussion about how the brain makes a mind, a neuron looks something like this.” Yanavitch stood and placed a large drawing on a white drawing board. On the drawing there was something that looked roughly like a rubber squeeze bulb sprouting brushy fine hairs around its surface and, at what would be the small end of the squeeze bulb, a branched stalk. The fine bushlike things protruding at several points were labeled dendrites. Then the single branching stalk with its several forks was labeled axon. At the end of each axon was a tip called a terminal button. At the base of the axon was the axon hillock.

  “We have incoming mail on all these bushy-looking dendrites and outgoing mail on this axon through the terminal buttons. On the dendrites there are proteins that act as receptors for the chemical signal that crosses from the terminal buttons of the neuron before. These transmissions cause the generation of electrical waves that traverse the neuron body. The straight line here with branching toward the end is the axon, and is outgoing, carrying an electrical pulse toward the next neurons. So the transmitting neuron communicates by sending electrical output through its axon and generating a chemical signal across the synapse to the receptors on the dendrites of the receiving neuron, thus perpetuating the electrical signal.

  “Just to avoid confusion, we will be talking only about those neurons associated with conscious thought and emotion, the cerebral cortex and the limbic system.”

  “I am reaching back to undergraduate biology and it’s a little fuzzy,” Sam said. “And you are moving into deep waters.”

  “I have read a little,” Anna said.

  The doctor nodded and cleared his throat. “I should add that the neuron is not an ‘on and off’ switch, in case you are thinking of something like a binary computer.

  “It’s more like a rheostat. It can receive waves of various amplitudes through its dendrites. The neuron sums the input signals at the axon hillock. Nerves aggregate as inhibitors and activators. For example, some aggregations may increase hunger and some may decrease hunger. Exercise stimula
tes cells that inhibit hunger. There are cell aggregations that activate fear and those that inhibit it. Any model of the brain must take into account a myriad offsetting nerve groups. Individual nerves fire an impulse out their axon if there is sufficient incoming signal strength. Inputs are summed at the axon hillock. Once triggered at the axon hillock, the axon normally fires with uniform strength through its various terminal buttons.

  “As an aside, the human body isn’t big on growing new neurons, maybe some, but unfortunately not enough to keep up with neuron mortality. Furthermore, synapses that aren’t used dissipate. But the good news is that neurons make new connections with learning. That’s why you should keep thinking and stretching your mind into old age. Read, play a musical instrument, work puzzles, keep the mind zapping itself and those interconnections growing. Anyway, I digress.

  “Now if you were as smart as your brother, Ms. Wade, you might be able to mathematically model the various potential relationships between a population of neurons. There are billions of neuron brain cells with total interconnections numbering in the trillions in one human brain. On your brother’s computer CD, Carl Fielding found equations along those lines. Utterly impressive work, even given the fraction of the data that seemed to have been successfully transferred.”

  “I can’t imagine math can describe the creation of human consciousness,” Anna said.

  “Yeah, well, a lot of us have a hard time imagining that consciousness exists and is replicated every time an infant is born and matures. So the mathematicians may never have a perfect model,” Yanavitch replied. “And I haven’t mentioned the other complicating factors. For instance, at any moment a neuron may be receiving more than one pulse at a time, summing up impulses and in addition recognizing the firing activity of neighboring neurons.

  “Just to review: A neuron receives electrical waves of varying amplitude through the dendrite and sums them. If the axon is triggered by the input, it fires a uniform signal through all of its various branches.