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Author: Michael Crichton

By and large, husbands were sensible. They wanted to get on with their lives, buy a new house, move in with the new girlfriend, get a nice blow job. They wanted custody issues settled. But the wives usually wanted revenge - so Barry kept things from being settled, year after year, until the husbands caved. Millionaires, billionaires, celebrity assholes - it didn't matter. They all caved in the end. People said it wasn't a good strategy for the kids. Well, screw the kids. If the clients cared anything about the kids, they wouldn't get divorced in the first place. They'd stay married and miserable like everybody else, because -

The nerd had said something that jogged him back to attention.

"I'm sorry," Barry Sindler said. "Run that by me again, Mr. Diehl. What did you just say?"

"I said, 'I want my wife tested.'"

"I can assure you, these proceedings will test her to the limit. And of course we'll put a detective on her, see how much she drinks, whether she does drugs, stays out all night, has lesbian affairs, all that. Standard procedure."

"No, no," Diehl said. "I want her tested genetically."

"For what?"

"For everything," he said.

"Ah," Barry said, nodding wisely. What the hell was the guy talking about? Genetic testing? In a custody case? He glanced down at the papers in front of him, and the business card.RICHARD "RICK" DIEHL, PH.D. Barry frowned unhappily. Only assholes put a nickname on the card. The card said he was CEO of BioGen Research Inc., some company out in Westview Village.

"For example," Diehl said, "I'll bet my wife has a genetic predisposition to bipolar illness. She certainly acts erratic. She might have the Alzheimer's gene. If she does, psychological tests could show early signs of Alzheimer's."

"Good, very good." Barry Sindler was nodding vigorously now. This was making him happy. Fresh, new disputed areas. Sindler loved disputed areas. Administer the psychological test. Did the test show early Alzheimer's or not? Who the fuck could say for sure? Wonderful, wonderful - whatever the test results, they would be disputed. More days in court, more expert witnesses to interview, battles of the doctorates, dragging on for days. Days in court were especially lucrative.

And best of all, Barry realized that this genetic testing could become standard procedure for all custody cases. Sindler was breaking new ground here. He'd get publicity for this! He leaned forward eagerly. "Go on, Mr. Diehl..."

"Test her for the diabetes gene, breast cancer from theBRCA genes, and all the rest. And," Diehl continued, "my wife might also have the gene for Huntington's disease, which causes fatal nerve degeneration. Her grandfather had Huntington's, so it's in her family. Both her parents are still young, and the disease only shows up when you're older. So my wife could be carrying the gene and that would mean a death sentence from Huntington's."

"Umm, yes," Barry Sindler said, nodding. "That could render her unfit to be the primary caregiver to the children."

"Exactly."

"I'm surprised she hasn't been tested already."

"She doesn't want to know," Diehl said. "There's a fifty-fifty chance she may have the gene. If she does, she'll eventually develop the disease and die writhing in dementia. But she's twenty-eight. The disease might not appear for another twenty years. So if she knew about it now...it could ruin the rest of her life."

"But it could also relieve her, if she didn't have the gene."

"Too big a risk. She won't test."

"Any other tests you can think of?"

"Hell yes," Diehl said. "That's just the beginning. I want her tested with all the current panels. There are twelve hundred gene tests now."

Twelve hundred! Sindler licked his lips at the prospect. Excellent! Why had he never heard of this before? He cleared his throat. "But you realize that if you do this, she will demand you be tested, as well."

"No problem," Diehl said.

"You've already been tested?"

"No. I just know how to fake the lab results."

Barry Sindler sat back in his chair.

Perfect.

CHapter 004

Beneath thehigh canopy of trees, the jungle floor was dark and silent. No breeze stirred the giant ferns at shoulder height. Hagar wiped sweat from his forehead, glanced back at the others, and pushed on. The expedition moved deep into the jungles of central Sumatra. No one spoke, which was the way Hagar liked it.

The river was just ahead. A dugout canoe on the near bank, a rope stretched across the river at shoulder height. They crossed in two groups, Hagar standing up in the dugout, pulling them across on the rope, then going back for the others. It was silent except for the cry of a distant hornbill.

They continued on the opposite bank. The jungle trail grew narrower, and muddy in spots. The team didn't like that; they made a lot of noise trying to scramble around the wet patches. Finally, one said, "How much farther is it?"

It was that kid. The whiny American teenager with spots on his face. He was looking to his mother, a largish matron in a broad straw hat.

"Are we almost there?" the kid whined.

Hagar put his finger to his lips. "Quiet!"

"My feet hurt."

The other tourists were standing around, a cluster of bright-colored clothing. Staring at the kid.

"Look," Hagar whispered, "if you make noise, you won't see them."

"I don't see them anyhow." The kid pouted, but he fell into line as the group moved on. Today they were mostly Americans. Hagar didn't like Americans, but they weren't the worst. The worst, he had to admit, were the -

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