Free Miracle Cure by Harlan Coben

allocate more funds once they saw some positive results." He smiled.
    "You forgot that the people who decide these matters are politicians.
    Can you picture a politician being closemouthed about something this big? No way, Sara. They would try to milk this for all the votes it could get them."
    "Good point."
    "And one other thing. Not all the bigwigs are in favor of our program.
    Your father, for one."
    "My father's objections to your clinic are different," she snapped defensively.
    "If he knew that a cure was being found "
    "Perhaps I spoke too hastily," he interrupted.
    "Your father is a dedicated healer and I would never question his commitment to stop human suffering. I don't agree with his stand on AIDS, but I understand that it is a difference of opinion, not ideology.
    But there are others, Sara men like that bastard Sanders and his lobotomized followers who would do anything to stop our research."
    "But I don't see what all this has to do with Bruce's death.
    If you were so close to reaching your goal, why did he kill himself?"
    Harvey lowered his head. His bloodshot and tired eyes stared down at his shoes.
    "That's just the point."
    "What is?"
    He fiddled with the mixing straw in his glass.
    "Let's say I wanted to prove to you that we really have found a cure for AIDS.
    What could I show you to prove our claim beyond a shadow of a doubt?"
    "Case studies."
    He nodded.
    "In other words, patients who have been cured, right?"
    "Right."
    "Bruce, Eric and I saw it the same way. The major part of our research is our patients, Sara. Obviously, if we can present to the world patients who are fully cured patients who are no longer HIV positive then we have the evidence needed to support our claim."
    "Understood."
    "The problem is that two of our best case studies Bill Whitherson and Scott Trian are now dead." "AIDS-related?" she asked.
    He shook his head.
    "Murdered."
    The word hit Sara like a sharp slap.
    "What?"
    "They both died of multiple stab wounds within two weeks of one another."
    "I didn't read anything about this."
    "The murder of gays is hardly front-page stuff, Sara."
    "Did you talk to the police?"
    He nodded.
    "They thought it was an interesting coincidence but nothing more. They pointed out other similarities between the two men both were gay, lived in Greenwich Village, had brown hair, etcetera, etcetera."
    "They could be right," she said.
    "It could be just a coincidence."
    "I know," he agreed.
    "I thought that too."
    "But?"
    "But now Bruce is dead."
    "And you think his suicide is related to this?"
    He paused and let out a deep breath.
    "I don't think Bruce committed suicide, Sara. I think he was murdered."
    Sara felt her mouth go dry.
    "But how can that be? Wasn't a note found?"
    "Yes."
    "And wasn't it in Bruce's handwriting?"
    "Yes."
    "So how- "
    "I'm not sure how it worked. It could have been a clever forgery or something I don't know."
    Sara's face twisted into a look of puzzlement.
    "Then you're saying that Bruce was thrown through the window?"
    "I'm. saying that it's worth looking into. Bruce was supposed to be in Canctin on vacation. What kind of man flies home early from a vacation to kill himself? And something else."
    "Yes?"
    "A few minutes before Bruce died, he called me on the phone.
    He sounded scared shitless. He said he needed to talk to me in private about something important. I'm sure it was about the murders. We only spoke for a minute or two before he suddenly hung up."
    "Did Bruce tell you where he was?"
    "No."
    "Let me ask you something else," she continued, her mind racing now.
    "Are there other good case studies you could present besides the two murder victims?"
    "Yes. At least four others. I know this whole thing sounds crazy, Sara, and yes, I know there are a million more rational solutions to all of this. There could be a psychotic gay-basher hanging around the clinic who followed Whitherson and Trian home and killed them. It could even be another patient or a staff member.
    But Sara,