“What time is it?” Naga asked.
Paul looked at his watch. “A little after five thirty.”
“Jesus! The lazy motherfucking son of a b***h should be half-way across the Mediterranean by now,” Naga said.
“s**t,” the dean said. “Paul, what would be the best way for him to transport BCV samples?”
“Line a cigarette pack with Styrofoam and slip the samples in it. The virus will remain infective for a week at room temperature in fecal samples.”
“I’ll call Al Gettelman and warn the university admin. The university lawyers will have heart failure. Keep me in the loop and I’ll do what I can to cover you on that end.”
The dean hung up. Naga stayed on the line. Paul paced behind his desk. “John, we don’t know of any students who collected blood samples on Thursday afternoon. The blood the janitors fo
