Free Harvest by Tess Gerritsen Page B

heart I'm worried about. It's the kid. Last I heard, he wasn't doing so well."
    Furillo focused his gaze more intently on the traffic. "We're almost there. Five minutes, tops."
    A voice crackled over the radio. "Unit twenty-three, this is Bayside. Unit twenty-three, this is Bayside."
    Furillo picked up the microphone. "Twenty-three, Furillo." "Twenty-three, please return to Bayside ER."
    "Impossible. I'm transporting live organ to Mass Gen. Do you copy? I'm enroute to Mass Gen."
    "Twenty-three, your instructions are to return to Bayside immediately."
    "Bayside, try another unit, OK?" We have live organ on board--'
    "This order is specific for Unit twenty-three. Return immediately."
    "Who' s ordering this?"
    "Comes direct from Dr. Aaron Levi. Do not proceed to Mass Gen. Do you copy?"
    Furillo glanced at Abby. "What the hell's this all about?"
    They found out, thought Abby. Oh God, they found out. And they're trying to stop us...
    She looked down at the Igloo containing Karen Terrio's heart. She thought about all the months and years of living that should lie ahead for a boy of seventeen.
    She said, "Don't turn around. Keep going."
    "What?"
    "I said, keep going."
    "But they're ordering me--'
    "Unit twenty three, this is Bayside," the radio cut in. "Please respond."
    "Just get me to Mass Gert!" said Abby. "Do it."
    Furillo glanced at the radio. "Jesus H.," he said. "I don't know--'
    "OK, then let me off!." ordered Abby. "I'll walk the rest of the way!"
    The radio said: "Unit twenty-three, this is Bayside. Please respond immediately."
    "Oh, fuck you," Furillo muttered to the radio.
    And he stepped on the gas.
    A nurse in green scrubs was waiting at the ambulance dock. As Abby stepped out carrying the Igloo, the nurse snapped: "From Bayside?"
    "I have the heart."
    "Follow me."
    Abby had time for only a last wave of thanks to Furillo, then she was following the nurse through the ER. Moving at a near-jog, Abby caught a fast-forward view of corridors and busy hallways. They stepped into an elevator, and the nurse inserted the emergency key.
    "How's the boy doing?" asked Abby. "He's on bypass. We couldn't wait." "He coded again?"
    "He doesn't stop coding?The nurse glanced at the Igloo. "That's his last chance you've got there."
    They stepped off the elevator, made another quick jog through a set of automatic doors, into the surgery wing.
    "Here. I'll take the heart," said the nurse.
    Through the suite window, Abby saw a dozen masked faces turn to look as the container was passed through the door to a circulating nurse. The Igloo was immediately opened, the heart lifted from its bed of ice.
    "If you put on fresh scrubs, you can go in," said a nurse. "Women's locker room's down the hall."
    "Thanks. I think I will."
    By the time Abby had donned new greens, cap, and shoe covers, the team in the OR had already removed Josh O"Day's diseased heart. Abby slipped in among the throng of personnel, but found she couldn't see a thing over all those shoulders. She could hear the surgeons' conversation, though. It was relaxed, even congenial. All OR's looked alike, the same stainless steel, the same blue-green drapes and bright lights. What varied was the atmosphere for the people working in that room, and the atmosphere was determined by the senior surgeon's personality.
    Judging by the easy conversation, evan Tarasoff was a comfortable surgeon to work with.
    Abby eased around to the head of the table and stood beside the anaesthesiologist. Overhead, the cardiac monitor showed a flat line. There was no heart beating in Josh's chest; the bypass machine was doing all the work. His eyelids had been taped shut to protect the corneas from drying, and his hair was covered by a paper cap. One dark tendril had escaped, curling over his forehead. Still alive, she thought. You can make it, kid.
    The anaesthesiologist glanced at Abby. "You from Bayside?" he whispered.
    "I'm the courier. How's it going so far?"
    "Touch and go for a while. But we're over the