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interested. 'Benefits?'
    'She's unique,' said Knight. I'll release her full medical records to you online, but these topline notes give an idea of what I'm talking about.'
    Reluctantly Fleming picked up the folder. Virginia Knight was an accomplished manipulator and he was wary of her. Glancing again at the beautiful woman on the cover of Time, he said, 'I still don't see why she should take priority over my other patients. She's not an amputee, is she?'
    Virginia Knight leant back in her chair and a broad smile crossed her face. 'Not exactly' she said, as Fleming opened the folder at the first X-ray and gasped. 'Not exactly.'
    Barley Hall. 5 p. M.
    By the time Amber Grant's ambulance arrived at Barley Hall from London it was dark. The crippling migraine had subsided but, as always, she still felt weak. The headaches came without warning and she was resigned to that. However, this last attack had angered her. She had collapsed during an important presentation and the sense of failure lingered. Her work was one of the most important things in her life and she had let herself and everyone else down - in front of the goddamn media. She would miss the key dinner tonight too, and the round of publicity and business meetings planned for tomorrow morning before her return flight to San Francisco. Despite the pain she had wanted to return to the turbine hall and continue, but Bradley Soames had insisted she come here. Regardless of what the specialists might say, Amber was determined to catch her flight home tomorrow to see her sick mother, Gillian.
    As they drove through the impressive gates of Barley Hall, she peered out across verdant lawns. Even in the gathering dusk and with the onset of winter everything looked more lush than it did in California, and she couldn't help contrasting the Victorian mansion with the featureless American hospitals and clinics she had attended as a child.
    Until nine months ago those clinics had been a bad memory. But recently, at the mercy of the increasingly crippling migraines, she had been reacquainted with clinics, doctors and tests. In the last six months she had undergone every test possible, including PET, CAT and MRI scans, but they had revealed nothing to explain her condition. When Soames had escorted her personally from the turbine hall to the ambulance, she had been sceptical about seeing yet another 'specialist'. He, though, had insisted that she see Dr Miles Fleming.
    Amber, you've always nagged me about the damage done to my skin as a child before I got diagnosed with XE Every two months you stop me firing my dermatologist and insist I take her advice to have another goddamn melanoma or two cut out of me before they kill me. And you know what? You're probably the only person in the whole world I listen to. So now I want you to listen to me. Get your headaches checked out properly. This guy Miles Fleming is smart. His NeuroTranslator is the best application of the optical computer there is - and that includes the new generation of gene sequencers.' Soames regarded most people as fools and the rest as mediocre, so for him to rate the thirty-six-year-old Englishman so positively was high praise indeed.
    The orderlies offered her a wheelchair, but she walked into the elegant reception hall. She hated being regarded as an invalid. Although she spent most of her life working in laboratories she prided herself on keeping fit with early-morning swims in the Optrix pool. Inside, she was greeted by a nurse holding a clipboard.
    'Good evening, Dr Grant. I'm Staff Nurse Frankie Pinner. Are you okay to walk? Need anything for the pain?'
    'I'm good for now, thanks.'
    'In that case, would you mind sitting down in the lounge area while I get Dr Fleming? If you need anything, just let Reception know.'
    In a corner of the large hall was a row of back-to-back divans. Amber sat down and retrieved her mobile communicator from her jacket pocket. The device, no larger than a cellphone, opened into two halves: