---- ever could. And in the end, I still died. Chandler took charge of the cremation arrangements for my daughter and me. Throughout the process, Ben would glance at him repeatedly until Chandler finally caught him mid- stare. "What is it?" Ben hesitated. "About Pauline's recent breaches... should we report them?" Chandler's eyes flashed, and he suddenly stood up. "Are you saying..." Ben nodded, choosing his words carefully. " Pregnant women aren't allowed in clinical trials, yet it seems that Pauline... "There would be serious disciplinary consequences if she knew," he added as he watched Chandler's face. ---- Chandler's mind seemed to race and his expression twisted as if contemplating more than just a rule violation. "Hold off on that," he muttered, pressing his lips tightly together. He started toward the door, then stopped. "Give me the key to Pauline's lab. I want to check something." Ben stammered, "Sh-should we inform her?" "No..." Chandler said heavily. "There's something Ineed to find out first."