Side Effects
Michael Palmer
Language: English
Pages: 368
ISBN: 0553276182
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Kate Bennet. A bright hospital pathologist with a loving husband and a solid future. Until one day her world turns dark. A strange, puzzling illness has killed two women. Now it endangers Kate's closest friend. Soon it will threaten Kate's marriage. Her sanity. Her life. Kate has uncovered a horrifying secret. Important people will stop at nothing to protect it. It is a terrifying medical discovery. And its roots lie in one of the greatest evils in the history of humankind.
thank you all for taking the time out of your schedules to hear me out,” she began. “I know the last day and a half have been … how should I say, a bit disrupted around here.” There was a murmur of laughter at the understatement. “Well, I’m here to tell you that compared to what you all have been through, my life has been absolutely nuked. At three o’clock this morning, my husband and I caught a reporter trying to sneak out of our bedroom in time to make the morning edition. He had disguised
10 Tuesday 18 December 11 Wednesday 19 December 12 Thursday 20 December 13 Friday 21 December 14 Friday 21 December 15 Friday 21 December 16 Saturday 22 December Epilogue About the Author Acknowledgment A novel is hardly the sole endeavor many believe. I am both grateful and fortunate to have had Jeanne Bernkopf, my editor, and Linda Grey, editorial director at Bantam, in my writing life. PROLOGUE Mecklenburg, Germany August 1944 Willi Becker leaned against the coarse wood siding of
you. But as she shared her nightmare with him, she could feel him pulling back, sense his enthusiasm erode. It showed first in his eyes, then in his voice, and finally in his touch. He was trying, Kate knew, perhaps even trying his best. But she also knew that confusion and doubt were taking their toll. Why would a company as large as Redding Pharmaceuticals do the things of which she was accusing them? The Ashburton Foundation had an impeccable reputation. What evidence was there that they were
tube, perhaps three feet across, running fifty or so feet through the high embankment on which the road had been built. If she could find it, and if it were not blocked, she could crawl inside, hoping that Zimmermann would not see her or, even if he did, would be too broad across the shoulders to follow. She glanced downstream just as the man fell. In seconds, however, he was on his feet and, arms flailing for balance, was again beginning to close on her. If she was to do something, anything, it
bed waiting for her, and he says we have grounds for commitment if necessary. With some time, and perhaps some medication, he assures me that even the worst sociopathic personality can be helped.” “Dad, stop using that word. You have no right to diagnose her.” “Jared, face the facts. Kate is a lovely woman. I care for her very much. But she is a liar, and quite possibly a liar who completely believes her own fabrications. I know she looks perfectly fine and sounds logical, but the hallmark of a