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At his research clinic in Boston, renowned specialist Jake Foster uncovers the terrifying secret behind the city's rapidly rising infertility rate. Meanwhile in a nearby ER, his wife, Dr. Brett Foster, unsuccessfully tries to save a young man with no visible injuries from bleeding to death — the fifth such fatality in a week. Working together to find answers, Jake and Brett discover that the two epidemics stem from the same diabolical source. And now they will risk everything to expose a sinister plot that could ...

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At his research clinic in Boston, renowned specialist Jake Foster uncovers the terrifying secret behind the city's rapidly rising infertility rate. Meanwhile in a nearby ER, his wife, Dr. Brett Foster, unsuccessfully tries to save a young man with no visible injuries from bleeding to death — the fifth such fatality in a week. Working together to find answers, Jake and Brett discover that the two epidemics stem from the same diabolical source. And now they will risk everything to expose a sinister plot that could claim thousands of lives ... starting with their own.

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There's a whopping coincidence at the center of Mezrich's fourth novel, a medical thriller in which two simultaneous, distinct epidemics are making their way through the greater Boston area. Fertility doctor Jake Foster discovers a new syndrome causing male sterility, including his own, while his wife, Brett, a second-year ER attending at Boston Central, has seen several healthy young men die from mysterious, massive internal and external hemorrhaging. Soon the husband and wife discover that both outbreaks have the same cause, the mysterious Compound G developed by a company called Alaxon. The head of this company, Simon Scole, expects his virtually undetectable and top-secret chemical (deliberately not identified, its potential use is not revealed to the reader until late in the story) to make a fortune and dominate the financial and political arenas. His son Malthus, the company's enforcer, is charged with the removal of any impediments to that plan--and the Fosters, with their knowledge linking the chemical to both medical crises, constitutes a serious danger to Alaxon's success. Good, innocent doctors get offed by inhuman killing machine Malthus, and the Fosters uncover the sinister conspiracy while continuing their thwarted attempts to conceive a baby, learning sexy lessons along the way. As the dead bodies pile up, the plot races toward a frantic, convoluted, but ultimately predictable resolution. In fact, the 27 chapters read more like 27 tidy, accessible movie scenes: the hero copes with a familiar, personal shortcoming (Jake's clinical approach to getting his wife pregnant is ruining his marriage), with clever bad-guy dialogue (Malthus Scole spouts clich d business maxims as he kills his victims) and the requisite "unexpected" betrayal. The plot has just enough science to make it plausible, and readers may tolerate the unlikely dovetailing of events, but this thriller is essentially ephemeral, enjoyable entertainment. While the characters won't imprint themselves on readers' minds, Mezrich competently weaves the hot topic of male infertility throughout his tumultuous tale. (Oct.) Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
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Mezrich, who spooked us with his first work, Reaper--soon to be a TV movie--returns with a scary new medical thriller. While Dr. Jake Lancet is shocked by evidence of escalating male infertility, his doctor wife, Brett, finds herself mopping up after a fearsome Ebola-like disease. Soon they realize that the two diseases are linked.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780060187521
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 9/28/1999
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 283
  • Product dimensions: 6.36 (w) x 9.50 (h) x 0.94 (d)

Meet the Author

Ben Mezrich graduated magna cum laude from Harvard in 1991. Since then he has published twelve books, including the New York Times bestsellers The Accidental Billionaires, which was adapted into the Academy Award-winning film The Social Network, and Bringing Down the House, which has sold more than 1.5 million copies in twelve languages and became the basis for the Kevin Spacey movie 21. Mezrich has also published the national bestsellers Sex on the Moon, Ugly Americans, Rigged, and Busting Vegas. He lives in Boston.

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Ted Conners opened his eyes seconds before the sweaty, green-vinyl seatback smacked into the bridge of his nose. He blinked, shifting his head back and forth, struggling to remember where the hell he was. Then the mingled scent of diesel fumes and body odor quickly chased away the confusion. He rubbed his nose as he surveyed the cramped interior of the temporarily stalled bus. The aisles were full, a throbbing mass of bodies squeezed between the two rows of seats. The air was stiflingly hot, and the windows on either side had turned the color of misty, opaque cream.
"Figures," Ted mumbled, as he shifted back against his seat, surprised that he had dozed off under such barbarous conditions. "The air-conditioning goes out on the hottest day of the summer."
The woman to Ted's left grunted in agreement. She was overweight, black, and wore a dress that looked more like a burlap sack than an item of clothing. Her enormous right thigh was squashing the hell out of Ted's hip—ruining the crease of his only good suit. Then again, the thick sheets of sweat enveloping every inch of Ted's body had already turned his pants from a light gray to something resembling charcoal, and his white shirt had gone nearly transparent against his chest. Served him right, for being stingy about a ten-dollar taxi ride to Cambridge.
As the bus jerked forward again, Ted pressed his face against the fogged-up window to his right. Through the crack above the glass—two inches, as far as it would go, just enough to let the hot breath of the city lick at his cheeks—Ted could see the skyline hovering above the Charles River. The low, quaint townhouses of the Back Bay lay inthe twin shadows of the Prudential and the Hancock, and Ted could just make out the financial district in the distance, a handful of jutting steel columns huddled together against the hazy sky. A beautiful city, even in the dead of August, even from the cramped interior of an oversized steel coffin.
Ted sighed as the bus chugged to another dramatic stop. At the moment, the Number One was lodged like a clot in the center of the Mass Avenue bridge, trapped between two lanes of rush-hour traffic. It seemed as though half the world was trying to get out of Boston—and the other half was trying just as hard to get in. A din of car horns, pop radio, and colorful curse words rose like steam from the hot black asphalt.
"Gonna take two hours to get into Cambridge," the overweight woman to Ted's left mumbled, inadvertently pressing her enormous haunch harder against Ted's hip. Ted nodded, sliding as close to the window as possible. For a brief moment he felt strangely lightheaded, almost dizzy, and he reached for the top two buttons of his shirt. As he pulled the collar open, he wondered how long he'd been asleep. The bus had moved only a few blocks since he had boarded at the corner of Newbury and Mass Ave, but time and distance were unrelated concepts in the world of mass transit. The Number One could have stopped forty times since Newbury Street.
Ted experienced a moment of panic as he thought of the crowd of strangers moving through the aisle as he slept, and he quickly felt for the package beneath his knees. Then his fingers touched the edge of the Tiffany's bag and he smiled, relieved. Two months' salary had gone into the necklace inside the bag. Sandy, his girlfriend of three years, was going to flip when she saw the beautiful piece of jewelry, and Ted couldn't wait to see the heart-shaped slab of jade resting in the crevice between her wonderful breasts—
Ted coughed, his head jerking forward. The image evaporated as the sounds and smells of the Number One bus assaulted his senses, bringing him back to reality: Sandy was still miles away. He coughed again, then realized with a start that he didn't feel so good. His heart was racing, and there was a prickly, hot sensation running across his chest. He swallowed, trying to slow his breathing. The heat, he reminded himself. He had walked up and down Newbury Street for three hours searching for the necklace—and it had to be close to a hundred degrees in the crowded bus. Almost hot enough to melt jade.
Ted managed a deep breath, calming himself. He felt a little better and slowly opened his eyes. For some reason, the interior of the bus seemed a bit bright, and he blinked rapidly. There was a sudden stinging in his right eye, and his vision swirled. A second later, he felt something warm running down his right cheek. The trickle didn't feel like a tear; it was thicker, tracking across his flesh in a slow, determined arc.
Puzzled, Ted reached up and touched the trickle with his fingers. Sticky. Ted held his fingers in front of his face, squinting through the blur.
Blood. Ted stared at his fingers, shock filling his insides. Had he cut his eye? He didn't even know that eyes could bleed. Well, some sort of cut would explain the sudden deterioration in his vision—and maybe even the lightheadedness. Perhaps he had cut himself when he hit the seat in front of him with his nose.
He moved his hands toward his pockets, searching for a Kleenex—when suddenly, a wave of nausea billowed up through his stomach. He retched, clamping his lips shut. His mouth filled from the inside, and the taste was unmistakable. More blood!
Christ. Blood from his stomach? An ulcer, maybe a ruptured organ? Panicking, Ted whirled toward the woman seated next to him. She gasped, pulling back. The look on her jowly face scared Ted even more than the mouthful of blood. Eyes wide, she pointed at his skin, whispering something under her breath.
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