“It didn’t take long. Dr. Hearon has few patients at the hospital.”
Harley opened his attaché case, removed some computer runs from a manila folder and spread them out on the table. “I accessed the files for white blood counts as you asked. There were only five: the President, the First Lady, their son, Sean, Dr. Hearon himself, and a Dr. Luke Rorris.”
“All family, except Dr. Luke Rorris,” Carol said.
“Who is Doctor Rorris?” Craig asked.
“Personally, I never heard of him,” Harley said. “He has an address in Montpelier, Virginia, is fifty-five years old and lists his occupation as surgeon.”
Carol turned the paper toward her and copied the address. Craig didn’t stop her although he suspected it would lead nowhere.
“Craig, Dr. Rorris has got HIV-III Virus!” Carol cried.
“Holy s**t! Tha
