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The Inquisitor [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe Reader 7]
eBook by Peter Clement
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eBook Category: Suspense/Thriller/Mainstream
eBook Description:  It's spring in Buffalo, New York. At sprawling St. Paul's Hospital, new interns rush through the halls, staff doctors scramble to catch their proteges' mistakes, and everyone is aware of one unrelenting threat: A new and vicious strain of severe acute respiratory syndrome (SARS) has hit America hard and is menacing the hospital like a wolf at the door. Wrapped in spacesuit-like garb to search for every possible source of infection, the hospital staff desperately tries to protect the lives of patients--and of each other. Yet despite St. Paul's best efforts, people are dying. In this chilling medical landscape, no one notices the slight spike in the death rate in a palliative care ward. The prevailing attitude is "They're supposed to die. That's why we call them terminal." When these same patients complain of terrifying near-death experiences, the hospital staff attributes it to delirium caused by medication. But when ER chief Dr. Earl Garnet gets blamed for the unexpected death of a patient, he defies protocol and opens an independent investigation. He quickly becomes suspicious that something far more sinister than disease is killing the hospital's most vulnerable patients. For Garnet, looking into the deaths means rattling relationships that have been built over years--relationships with several men and women he once trusted but now must doubt. With the SARS epidemic spinning out of control and a storm of suspicion, fear, and mistrust raging through the corridors of St. Paul's, the hospital is rocked by a horrifying crime: A respected researcher is found brutally murdered. And his executioner may be ready to strike again. With brilliant pacing, scalpel-sharp suspense, and an unmatched knowledge of the workings of a big-city hospital, Peter Clement is a thriller writer in a league of his own. In his new work, he takes us on a galvanizing, frightening, and constantly fascinating journey set on the front lines of medicine--where some dangers can be prevented and others can only be feared.
eBook Publisher: Random House, Inc./Random House Publishing Group
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2005
Available eBook Formats [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe Reader 7 - What's this?]: SECURE MOBIPOCKET FORMAT (325 KB], SECURE MICROSOFT READER FORMAT (446 KB] - Requires Microsoft Reader 2.1.1 for PCs, or Microsoft Reader 2.2.2 on Pocket PC 2002 handheld devices. Some older Pocket PCs can be upgraded. Learn More., SECURE EREADER (RECOMMENDED) FORMAT (310 KB], SECURE ADOBE READER 7 FORMAT (1.4 MB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [627 KB]
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Microsoft Reader ISBN, Adobe Acrobat Reader ISBN, MobiPocket Reader ISBN: 9780345482082
eReader (recommended) ISBN: 0345482085
 
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Chapter 1 Wednesday, April 2, 5:30 a.m. Palliative Care Unit, St. Paul's Hospital, Buffalo, New York The air on the ward hung thick with the smell of flatulence, body odor, and sweat-soaked sheets. What little light could be seen curdled in pools of shadow. The cries that rose and fell against the outside of her door might as well have been a wail of wind, because here no one would heed them. The nurses paid attention only when the moaning stopped. Somewhere someone retched with a force that must have stripped the stomach bare. The sound echoed along the hallway. That might bring them. Soon the squeak of crepe soles on linoleum would announce their approach. None came. "Store up all the tiny details. Let me smell, taste, hear, see, and touch through your telling of them." The command, issued to me so long ago, resurfaced, resonating in memory with the freshness of an order spoken on the spot and not to be disobeyed. As always before a mission, it marshaled a frame of mind fine-tuned to observe, the ideal state to be in for keeping myself and the records sharp. "Can you hear me?" I whispered, holding back on the plunger of my syringe. "Yes." Her eyes remained shut. I leaned over and brought my ear to her mouth. "Any more pain?" "No. It's gone." "Do you see anything?" "Only blackness." Her whispers rasped against the back of her throat. "Look harder! Now tell me what's there." I swallowed to keep from gagging. Her breath stank. "You're not my doctor." "No, I'm replacing him tonight." She didn't respond. I gave her a gentle shake. "Mrs. Algreave?" "Just leave me be. It doesn't hurt anymore." Leaning back, I studied her gray, skeletal face. The moonlight cast a silvery blue tinge over her pallid skin, making her appear already dead. As for the rest of her, so much had wasted away that the soft material of her lace nightgown clung to the hollows between her ribs and reminded me of white gloves on bony fingers. I glanced toward the closed door—the nurses shouldn't start their rounds for another half hour yet—and reapplied my thumb to the plunger. A slow push, and her pulse grew weaker. "Do you see anything yet?" No answer. "Mrs. Algreave!" "Yes?" "Tell me what you see." "It's too dark." "Look carefully." "But I can't see." "Do you sense yourself rising?" Again no answer. I shifted my mouth closer to her ear. "Talk to me, Mrs. Algreave." The words must have sounded like a shout. Copyright © 2004 by Peter Clement Duffy
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