A-T A-1 allele T-A *
T-A marker T-A *
C-G G-C *
A-T Al C-G *
A-T Polymorphism C-G *
A-T begin C-G *
A-T * T-A *
G-C * G-C *
T-A * T-A *
G-C * T-A *
T-A -
A-T -
T-A -
G-C -
C-G -
C-G A1 Poly end
Turow glanced over the figures, then carried the paper over to his desk. With a few keystrokes on his SPARC-station 10, Turow could access information from thousands of databases. If the Omega-9 did not have the information he sought, it would automatically dial into the Internet and find a computer that did.
Scanning the printout more closely, Turow frowned. It must be a degraded sample, he thought. Too much unidentified DNA.
A-T Unidentified A-T Hermdactylus
A-T - T-A turcicus
A-T - C-G cont’d
A-T - T-A *
A-T C-G *
A-T - T-A *
T-A - G-C *
G-C - G-C *
G-C - G-C *
A-T *Hemidactylus G-C *
T-A turcicus G-C *
C-G G-C
G-C G-C
G-C - G-C *
T-A G-C
C-G G-C
A-T G-C
He stopped flipping the pages. Here was something truly odd: the program had identified a large chunk of DNA as belonging to an animal named Hemidactylus turcicus.
Now what the hell is that? thought Turow. The Biological Nomenclature Database told him:
COMMON NAME: TURKISH GECKO
What? thought Turow. He typed, EXPAND.
HEMIDACTYLUS TURCICUS: TURKISH GECKO.
ORIGINAL RANGE: NORTHERN AFRICA
PRESENT BIOLOGICAL RANGE: FLORIDA, BRAZIL, ASIA MINOR, NORTHERN AFRICA.
MEDIUM-SIZE LIZARD OF THE GECKO FAMILY, GEKKONIDAE, ARBOREAL, NOCTURAL, LACKING MOVEABLE EYELIDS
Turow flicked out of the database while the information was still scrolling by. It was pure nonsense, obviously. Lizard DNA and human DNA in the same sample? But this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. You couldn’t blame the computer, really. It was an inexact procedure, and only the smallest fractions of the DNA sequences of any given organism were known.
He scanned down the printed list. Less than 50 percent of the matches were human—a very low proportion, assuming the subject was human, but not out of the question in a degraded sample. And there was always the possibility of contamination. A stray cell or two could ruin an entire run. This last possibility was looking more and more likely to Turow. Well, what can you expect from the NYPD? They couldn’t even get rid of the guy who sold crack openly on the corner across from his apartment building.
He continued his scan. Wait, he thought, here’s another long sequence: Tarentola mauritanica. He punched up the database, entered the name. The screen read:
TARENTOLA MAURITANICA: WALL GECKO
Give me a break, Turow thought. This is some kind of joke. He glanced at the calendar: April first was Saturday.
He started to laugh. It was a very good joke. A very, very good joke. He didn’t think old Buchholtz had it in him. Well, he had a sense of humor, too. He started his report.
Sample LA-33
Summary: Sample conclusively identified as
Homo Gekkopiens, common name Gecko-man ...
When he finished the report he sent it upstairs immediately. Then he went out for coffee, still chuckling. He was proud of how he’d handled it. He wondered where in the world Buchholtz got his gecko samples from. Probably sold them in pet stores. He could see Buchholtz blending up sample cells from two or three geckos in the ultrablender with a few drops of his own blood. Let’s see what our new man Turow makes of this, he’d probably been thinking. Turow, returning with the coffee, had to laugh out loud. He found Buchholtz waiting for him in the lab, only Buchholtz wasn’t laughing.
= 18 =
Wednesday
Frock sat in his wheelchair, dabbing his forehead with a Gucci handkerchief. “Sit down, please,” he said to Margo. “Thank you for coming so promptly. It’s dreadful, just dreadful.”
“The poor guard,” she replied. Nobody in the Museum was talking about anything else.
“Guard?” Frock looked up. “Oh yes, quite a tragedy. No, I mean this.” He held up a memorandum.