Page 86 of Diagnosis Attraction

“Unfortunately.” She turned her head toward him. “When is it going to stop?”

“Soon.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I think there’s got to be a quick resolution. Like we had to come to a resolution with Lang.”

“That’s not exactly reassuring.” She reached to cover his hand with her own. “I got you into a lot of trouble.”

“You know damn well we’re in this together.”

She understood that as much as she’d understood anything in her life and pressed her palm more firmly against the back of his hand. “I wouldn’t have my memory back or gotten away from Lang without you, but now I’m wondering if we’re making a mistake.”

He waited for her to say more, although he probably knew what was in her mind.

“I think we should do some research before we get down there. You can use the Web to look up that fertility clinic.”

“Agreed.”

When they stopped for the night in Birmingham, Alabama, they had an early dinner at a ribs restaurant. Then they returned to their motel room, and Matt got out his computer.

Because the Solomon Clinic had been closed for twenty years, there wasn’t much information about the facility. But Dr. Douglas Solomon had run it, and there was a piece of startling information about the doctor.

“According to a newspaper article, he had a research facility in Houma that blew up a few months ago.”

“Did he die?”

“Yeah. He was inside at the time. Also, one of the nurses who used to work at the fertility clinic died with him. And another man who used to run a government think tank.”

“What was he doing there?”

“No idea.

Elizabeth winced. “Do they know what caused the explosion?”

“The article says it was a gas leak, but I find it pretty jarring that just before we started poking into Dr. Solomon’s background, he got killed.”

“You’re saying you don’t think it was an accident?”

“I don’t know what to think except that we should be even more cautious.”

She shuddered, wanting to say that they should just turn around and go back to Baltimore.

“Only we’ll always be looking over our shoulder, waiting for something else to happen.”

She answered with a little nod, knowing he was right.

“First, we’ll go to New Orleans and poke around,” she said, thinking that she was only postponing the day of reckoning.

“No. I think we’re going to find something there,” he said.

“Not the guy who hired Clemens, I hope.”

“He won’t know we’re in the city.”

“Unless he has some way of finding out who’s checked into hotels.”

“That would take a lot of digging.”

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