Free Evil Intent by Robert Olsen Page B

feel?”
    “Come on Donald. Of all people, you have more reason to dislike the guy than any of us!”
    “Why do you say that?”
    “Everyone knows you expected that job. Ted Duncan just pulled the rug right out from under your feet. That sucks.”
    Yeah, I guess you’re right. Say, on another note, do you happen to have a copy of the operating manual for the 003 pump that I could borrow?”
    “Sure, I probably have a couple. You can have one if you want.”
    “Thanks, I’ll come by in a few minutes. See you then.”
    Donald hung up, locked his PC, and walked over to Eric’s area. Eric found the other copy and handed it to Donald as he stepped into Eric’s office.
    “Thanks Buddy. Much appreciated.”
    “Yeah, sure Donald. No problem. Say, just out of curiosity, why were you asking about John Hopkins.
    “Nothing really important, just confused over when he worked there, I guess. Someone said to me, he worked for the KGB in Moscow and the dates didn’t make sense, so I was trying to look into it further.”
    “Man, can you imagine if that SOB worked for the KGB? That means he could easily kill people, whoa man, that’s spooky.”
    “Either way, he already can, Eric.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Whether he’s KGB or not he can kill people.”
    “Why do you say that, Donald?”
    “He invented and built a frigging diabetic insulin pump! One simple change of code, and poof! Patient’s dead!
    “Holy shit! I never thought of it that way. Damn!”
    “Gotta go, Eric. Thanks for the manual. See you later.”
    When Donald returned to his office he noticed that Michael had placed on his desk the report that Vice President Massy needed. He immediately sat down and reviewed the report. All looked fine to Donald, so he jotted a quick note, attached it to the report, and walked it over to Massy’s office. Donald was extremely pleased that it was completed and off his desk.
    The next few hours were spent reviewing and responding to his emails. Finally, he was far enough along that he figured it was safe to leave the office early. He packed up the files, and work he did today and marched out the door.
    “Goodnight Sherry,” he said as he walked through the lobby on the way to the elevators. “I need to leave early today, Sherry. If anyone calls, please just tell them I’ll be in first thing tomorrow.”
    “Alright, Donald. Have a good evening.”

    Once home, Donald greeted his mother, fixed her a cup of tea, and retired to his bedroom, saying he had to work a few hours and did not want to be disturbed. He pulled out the papers and file from his office, and sat down at his desk.
    Where is the manual? Ah, thank you Eric. This is exactly what I needed.
    He flipped through the manual until he came to a schematic showing the component parts and construction of the AU003 pump.
    Insulin reservoir? I don’t think I need to worry about this just yet. And I think the needle assembly and sensor on this puppy is fine.
    Turning a few pages, Donald found what he wanted.
    Here it is. The complete schematic. What’s this sensor? Oh, real time glucose monitoring. Don’t need that either. Pressure sensors, interesting, but do they have anything to do with drug delivery? Not sure. Better make a note to follow up. I assume its regulating the operating system. Well, I’ll find out later. Temperature sensor. This may be the little baby Eric was complaining about. Need to check this out too.
    After several hours, he emerged from his room and went to discuss dinner with mother. His work for the day was finally done.

Chapter 10
    T he clock turned 6:00 as Kathryn sprung out of bed bright and early Saturday morning. She immediately pulled off her night shirt, tossing it on the bed, and went into her bathroom, briefly stopping at the sink on her way back out, to wash her hands, brush her teeth, and run a comb through her thick, black hair.
    Kathryn was always stretching or flexing some muscle to stay limber or rid her anxiety,