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THE MEDICAL CODE - CHAPTER 2
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ANTWERP
A few kilometres away, Mo Adali walked through the narrow streets of Seefhoek. The Antwerp people pronounce this as ‘safe hook’, meaning safe corner. Despite the name, the Seefhoek had never been a safe place. Antwerp’s dockers and factory workers used to live here, and brawls and fights were commonplace, but that was a long time ago. Now the neighbourhood is more criminal than ever. An eyesore for the old Antwerpians. Foreign shop owners collaborate to chase away the drug dealers and junkies as the police don’t show up or come too late. Nowadays you can’t imagine that you are in Antwerp at all. You could be anywhere in Marrakesh, Istanbul or Tripoli. Populated by people like Mo. Here he could dissolve in the mass.
It was still early, and the night covered the Seefhoek like a blanket.
In a porch across the street an old man warmed his hands around a cup of coffee. The smell tickled Mo’s nose and a sudden craving for coffee overwhelmed him.
Mo shook it off and opened the flaked door of the grim house in the Lange Scholiersstraat and took off his face mask. He grinned. It was so much easier to disappear now face masks were mandatory. He light-footed climbed the mouldy stairs and greeted his friend Aswad.
‘As-sala mu Alay kum,’
‘Alay kum s-salam.’
Mo couldn’t think of anywhere safer. Aswad made a great living of falsifying passports for members of the ISIS and had a mole inside the police force. They would be long gone before the police would arrive.
Taking off his hoodie, Mo went to his bedroom. He swung his hoodie on the bed and kneeled on the wooden floor. He peeled away the thick, colourful carpet and checked if the hair was still in place. Then he loosened the floorboard beneath, took out his encrypted phone and dialled the number by heart.
‘Yes?’ a distorted voice answered.
Mo still didn’t catch if it was a man or a woman talking. ‘She’s neutralised’.
‘Do you have the info?’
‘No. Something went wrong.’
‘You, moron! What happened?’
‘They discovered me before she could tell where she had hid it.’ Mo told the voice what had happened that early morning. How he had followed Gibson from the parking garage where she had arrived, as the Grandmaster had told him, and how she had escaped him the first time, alarmed by a barking dog. How he had chased her and how he had miscalculated that she wouldn’t scream.
‘Did you kill her?’
‘Yes. I didn’t have a choice. She could identify me.’
‘You blockhead! I explicitly said no killings.’ The voice was ice cold.
Mo sensed electricity flowing through his veins. It took all his effort to contain himself.
‘Had she any papers on her? Phone? USB?’
‘I hadn’t the chance to search for it. Someone saw me. I had to flee.’
The voice fell silent, as if pondering over the next step to take. Finally, the voice spoke. ‘Go back. The information mustn’t fall into the wrong hands. There is too much at stake’.
‘I can’t go back,’ Mo protested. ‘I have to lie low for a while.’
The voice overruled him, and with the authoritative tone of someone who is used to being obeyed, he told Mo what to do.
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ANTWERP
The sun beamed down on the police van, and the puddles were nearly all evaporated. It was unusually warm for September. Sunrays could have cut diamonds in the last weeks. Charlie couldn’t believe that Trump had said that global warming was a hoax.
He should have been here.
Clutching her purse in the backseat of the police van, Charlie felt sweat dripping between her shoulder blades, gluing her back to the back seat. Trying to collect her feelings and thoughts, she was oblivious to the familiar houses on the Vlaamse Kaai.
Alexis dead.
Charlie was devastated and stunned with grief by the death of her dearest friend, but tears would not come.
Alexis dead.
The sun hurt her eyes and Charlie opened her purse to get her sunglasses. Mindlessly, she grabbed around. Her fingers touched all kinds of things a woman needs, but no sunglasses. She peered inside. A small can of old-fashioned lacquer glimmered in the sun, but no sunglasses.
No, no, no. Shoot! I left them on my desk!
Alexis had given her the sunglasses as a birthday present. They were special. Cavalli.
Charlie had protested. The gift was far too extravagant, but Alexis had insisted. ‘It suits you, Charlie,’ she smiled, ‘it matches your jewellery.’ Charlie loved Alexis, but a twinge of envy spoiled her love. Alexis lived her life by running at it, throwing herself into every endeavour with enthusiasm. She had excelled in everything she had done. Charlie wished she had some of Alexis’s recklessness. When Alexis arrived in a pub, the sun came in and filled everyone with her radiant energy. She could have fooled anybody with her freckled face and curly hair, but beneath it she had a razor sharp mind. While even her professors struggled with some cases, Alexis could analyse and unravel a hard case with ease and find not only the right diagnosis but also the right therapy for a patient.
Charlie sighed and wondered what Alexis had discovered. She had sounded very agitated last night when she insisted on seeing Charlie this morning.
She couldn’t have found out. It’s probably work related.
Alexis’s committee of the European Medicines Agency monitored the safety of medicines in the European Union. It was a hell of a job. Especially last year, since the Covid-19 pandemic had engulfed Europe. Pharma companies were in a monstrous race against the clock to develop new medicines and vaccines and there was a vast political pressure to grant authorisation for medicines despite the risks or insufficient data. Charlie admired Alexis that she could balance between the politicians, the industry and the medical brotherhood and still do the right thing. Alexis had always laughed it off and said she was only Chair and that they acted as a team, mostly in cooperation with the FDA. But she couldn’t fool Charlie.
Charlie looked out of the window. Coming from north of Rhine, she now had lived for thirteen years in Antwerp. Escaping the narrow-minded rules in the Netherlands, she loved the freedom in Belgium. There was only a daily struggle with the waterhead of the civil service.
I think that apart from Greece no country has more civil servants than Belgium. What a waste of tax.
Cars crowded the huge parking between the Vlaamse Kaai and the Waalse Kaai. In the old times there was a harbour, the Zuiderdokken. Where ships used to unload their supply of coal, fish, and slaughter cattle, was now the Court of Appeal.
I would rather have a view over the harbour. Oh my God, I miss the Dutch lakes.
The police van slalomed like a champion skier through the chaotic traffic. It’s loud, irritating siren did not do much to give them way.
Belgium.
‘Who told you that Alexis Gibson had an appointment with me?’ Charlie’s shout was muffled behind her face mask.
The rechercheur turned around. ‘My boss will tell you. We are there any minute now.’
Any minute?
Charlie looked around and saw the antique and bric-à-brac shops in the Kloosterstraat.
No way.
The police car disregarded all traffic signs and shot through the pedestrian precinct like a cannonball. Passing the statue of Brabo and Antigoon on the Grote Markt, Charlie saw the two bell towers of the Cathedral shooting skyward as if in a prayer on her right.
It’s the first, and probably the last time I see it from a car.
It was typical Belgian, Charlie mused, that they never completed the Cathedral. It was nevertheless beautiful. If you liked pompous wedding cakes. The most stunning was actually on the inside. Impressive paintings by Rubens like The Raising of the Cross and the Assumption of the Virgin Mary. According to lore, they built the Cathedral on cowhides, but Charlie doubted that. She couldn’t imagine that cowhides could carry the highest church tower in the Benelux.
The van swerved over the Grote Markt down the small street on the left, crossed the tram railway and came to an abrupt stop halfway up the Wijngaardstraat. Here a giant crowd jammed the way of the van.
Where did all those people come from? The pubs weren’t open yet, were they? The blaring siren numbed Charlie’s thoughts, but didn’t help to disperse the people.
The van crawled forward, and the crowd zipped open. Charlie felt shameless eyes staring at her from the sides. Behind them, the crowd melted together again. A man started punching on the back of the car. The policemen looked stoically to the front.
Charlie felt suffocated and tried to get her breath under control. The face mask didn’t help to breathe freely. Memories of choking with a foul cloth on her mouth, while strapped in leather stirrups engulfed her.
Breathe in, she commanded herself, breathe out. In 1, 2, 3, 4, hold — I am bold — out 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.
She closed her eyes, listened to her breath and sent the fear away. She pretended her guru stood next to her, quietly whispering, ‘Allow—release---and let go.’ Slowly she opened her eyes.
The crowd was still there, but the fear had disappeared.
It seemed to last forever before they reached the steel barriers marking the place of the scene. Through the front window, Charlie could see the notorious Hendrik Conscienceplein on the right. Two masked policemen with their faces towards the crowd opened one of the iron gates they had put on to barricade the murder scene and went towards the van. Immediately a surge of people tried to get through the gates. ‘Stop it!’ ‘Go back!’ ‘No pushing!’ the policemen called out, while three more policemen hurried to assist them, keeping the crowd under control.
‘There we are’, the rechercheur said, opening the sliding door of the van for Charlie. Under the almighty eyes of flashing cameras, assaulted by microphones and surrounded by three police officers, Charlie was ushered through the crowd.
‘Madam, what can you tell us about the victim?’ A woman with a notebook pushed her way towards Charlie.
‘Madam, do you know the victim?’ A microphone slammed in her face.
‘Hee, madam, waddoedegeda?’ a voice yelled out.
Exactly what I want to know. Why am I here?
Blinking against the merciless light, Charlie tried to oversee the Italian-like piazza on her right. Across the cobblestoned piazza, the imposing façade of the Saint Carolus Borromeus Church rose squarely to the sky. It was an outstanding example of the art of Rubens, who contributed for a large part in the front's immortalisation. On her right, the House of the Professen flanked the square. Built back in the fifteen-hundreds, the Jesuits found here a roof, a bed and food, so they could devote themselves to their study. Hendrik Conscience himself oversaw the square from upfront the church, sitting in front of the famous library named after him.
The Hendrik Consciencepleintje was a living monument of the pride of the Flemings. Conscience had been the turning point of the awakening of the Flemish people. The wealthy Walllonians had always looked down upon the Flemish uncivilised peasants. Conscience taught the Flemish how to read and gave them something to be proud of. As told in his famous work de Leeuw van Vlaanderen, the Flemish were heroes. On the eleventh of July in 1302, armed with only picks and bows and arrows, they defeated the French knight army. That day, named after the golden spurs of the French found on the battlefield, is still proudly celebrated it as the Flemish National Day.
Before the church, they had erected a red tent on the square.
A small, sinewy man with a bald head and a white leprechaun beard peeping from under his face mask, advanced with a firm step. His strong, jutting chin fought with the mask for exposure. Only five feet six inches, he had the erect, chin-up posture of many short men and irradiated an indomitable fighting spirit, which is the only defence of the smallest boy in the class. ‘De Schmedt, detective chief inspector of criminal investigation department federal police’, he introduced himself. Despite his length, his tone was a grim baritone and fitting his position.
Charlie nodded in acknowledgement. ‘Doctor Charlotte Martens.’ she said deliberately, fully aware how important titles were in Belgium. ‘I saw the picture. Can you please fill me in?’
De Schmedt fixated her with his steel-blue eyes from under his bushy eyebrows and peeled off his face mask. ‘I was hoping you could tell me why Gibson was beaten to death’, he remarked dryly.
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ANTWERP
De Schmedt eyed Charlie with utmost suspicion. De Ruyver had informed him that Charlie was reluctant to come along.
Of course, it was highly irregular to bring a potential witness or suspect to the crime scene. But what did he have to lose? He had hit bottom last year, and it couldn’t get any worse. The normal procedure, first contact the examining magistrate, transport the body to the morgue in the University Hospital Antwerp, and let the witness or suspect identify her there, interrogate her at the police station, etcetera, was too cumbersome and time-consuming. He could feel it in his guts that he was on the right track, so he took the risk.
Securing the murder scene had been the most critical step. De Schmedt had made sure that within two hours the investigators had documented all what they had seen, what they hadn’t seen, what they had smelled, and what they had heard. They had gotten the names of witnesses, taken photos, and secured all what there was to collect in plastic evidence bags. The lab had done her duty, collecting all physical evidence. The medical examiner had packed his bag and mentioned the body was ready to go to the morgue.
It was an enormous risk De Schmedt took. A footstep or single hair of Martens could contaminate the crime scene. And her hair was long, he noticed. De Schmedt wasn’t afraid of risks. He wanted to shell-shock Martens, so she would too numb to think properly, and would admit… what exactly?
This case was high profile, the victim was high profile, if she was indeed the woman whose ID she carried.
Anyway, De Schmedt was never known for following procedures.
Martens could confirm if the deceased was indeed Alexis Gibson, Chair of the pharmacovigilance and risk committee of the EMA.
Even if Martens hadn’t done it, she was involved. De Schmedt was sure of it. Maybe she even knew what had happened. Why would someone beat a prominent member of the EMA to death? It wasn’t a robbery. In her purse the police had found money, credit cards and an ID. Her golden Rolex was still on her wrist. Or was the killer disturbed during the robbery? Or had it something to do with her work? Conspiracy theories were everywhere. People were itching to break the Covid restrictions. They behaved like in Kindergarten. The high speed that surrounded the developing of the Covid-19 vaccines didn’t help either. How was it possible that a development trajectory that normally took years to produce and regulate a vaccine, now only took a year?
De Schmedt stroked his beard. Why did Gibson go to Antwerp at such a ghastly hour? Why did she want to meet Martens? And why here?
And then there was something Gibson had said, just before she died.
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THE MEDICAL CODE - Chapter 5
ANTWERP
Chief Ben De Schmedt was no laughable leprechaun at all.
Charlie reeled, numb with shock because of the aggressive tone. She felt tears coming. Furiously, she tried to collect herself and hide her emotions.
De Schmedt’s appearance disoriented most people. His grey-blue eyes were unfathomable under his bushy white eyebrows. Despite his typical Flemish leprechaun beard, was his mouth made for scowls, glowering and sharply worded commands. De Schmedt was an authoritative man, straight and severe. It looked like he wanted to compensate for his small appearance. Like Napoleon, his team admired and feared him. Those who thought he was laughable quickly found out they were wrong.
‘I am sorry, but I have no idea.’ Charlie said with a quaky voice.
‘Gibson had an appointment with you?’ De Schmedt asked.
‘Yes. Who told you? Her secretary?’
‘What was the meeting about?’
‘I don’t know. I only know she wanted to meet.’
De Schmedt widened his stance, crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows. ‘You have really no idea?’
‘Well, frankly, no. I only can tell you she sounded frantic when she telephoned me.’
‘So she requested the meeting?’ De Schmedt asked. He took one step forward and looked up at Charlie.
Charlie ran her hand through her hair while she moved her foot back. ‘Eh, yes. Like I told you.’
‘Mrs Martens, can you at least guess what it was about? It would really help.’
‘Doctor Martens,’, Charlie corrected.
Create distance.
‘No. I was surprised she contacted me. It was at least half a year ago since we last met.’
‘How did you two get acquainted?’
Charlie sighed. ‘We met during our study in London at King’s College.’
It seemed as long ago as the prehistoric times. So much has happened since.
Charlie scrunched her face, crossed her arms and with a long exhale relaxed her face and shoulders, ‘Excuse me, sir. I don’t like this tone. I understood you wanted my help. It’s like you’re interrogating me.’
De Schmedt looked peculiarly at Charlie and let his silence linger.
Charlie knew the importance of silence and stared hard into De Schmedt’s eyes, trying not to show her nervousness.
‘Come.’ De Schmedt lead her over a marked roundabout path toward the red tent.
Charlie felt a tightening in her chest while she followed, feeling the eyes of the gathering and Hendrik Conscience following her.
De Schmedt walked around the red tent and opened the flap.
As Charlie tried to follow, her foot was trapped behind a protuberance. She could scarcely hold her balance. De Schmedt walked on without looking back.
What did I expect? Politeness?
The crowd behind her sniggered. ‘Ge ze goe bezig, zenne.’
Charlie didn’t listen. Through the opening of the tent in front of the church door, she saw a muddled figure draped on the three shallow steps of the stairs, covered with a bloody sheet.
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THE MEDICAL CODE -Chapter 6
LONDON
Paul Moore, Chief Operating Officer Europe at Xiangxiang Pharma & Biotech, leaned back in his chair gazing through the wall-to-wall and floor-to-ceiling window across the South Dock of the Thames. He called it God’s view. The place had been an excellent choice for expansion to Europe. Close to the almighty European Medicines Agency in London and close to the regulation of medicines in Europe. But now Brexit had shuffled the cards.
Nobody had foreseen Brexit.
Moore remembered the night they counted the votes. Somewhere in the middle of the night he had woken up and had checked his phone for news. It was a close call, but the pro-Europeans were still in the majority. Reassured he had fallen asleep again, only roughly to be awakened by his second in command. ‘Sir? We need you here. Brexit is coming.’
Now the EMA had moved to Amsterdam.
Before he was headhunted for the Chinese pharma company, Moore had been president of Research and Development of GSK. It had been a rough couple of years. After the settlement in 2012, where GSK pleaded guilty to criminal charges and paid $3 billion in fines for promoting its best-selling antidepressants for unapproved uses, the attacks kept coming. Though most of the men and women at GSK were decent, moral people, and the last thing on their mind was to harm their colleagues, even within Moore’s own company, he felt never safe. The four whistle-blowers, which tipped off the Government, were more than sufficiently compensated with a share of the settlement.
On the golf course, he got tired of constantly having to defend himself.
‘Hey Moore, was it really true that GSK really registered nothing about the higher risk of suicide in teenagers who got Paxil?’
Moore sliced the shot and cursed himself. ‘Right. With the greatest respect, never heard of silence during the shots?’
His adversary laughed. ‘I’m sure it’s my fault. I would suggest this shot never happened, Moore. Sorry.’
Moore concentrated himself on the ball and sliced again. Right in the bunker. This hole was lost. During the walk towards the ball, he collected himself. Remember, golf is all between your ears. Patiently he had explained that according to the in 2001 published data, the antidepressant Paxil was effective and had minimal side effects. It was only much later that the suicide data emerged. When GSK discovered that, they added a warning to the drug. And yes, that was after the settlement.
Thank God, they never asked if I would let my own daughter use Paxil.
She was a lovely, outgoing girl, so the question never came up.
There is no such thing as coincidence, Moore thought. He never had known why Xiangxiang Pharma & Biotech had picked him. Was it because of his connections, or his icy calmness during the strenuous period at GSK, or was it because he understood how to induce decision-makers to consider favourably his products? He would never know, he was sure of that. He also was sure he was just a pawn in their play and they would never trust him fully. He was not Chinese.
Moore was thankful to work at XPB. It was a new firm that produced state-of-the-art medicines against cancer. They had a huge research and development budget and invested in immunology, vaccines and the latest gene-modifying medicines. Their breakthrough came when they developed a carrier that brought the medicine just precisely where it had to work. At the cancer cells.
The introduction on the Hongkong Stock exchange was breath-taking. Not only bypassed Xiangxiang Pharma & Biotech all banks and went for a debut with a fixed rate, they also doubled in price on the first day and made the owners filthy rich.
Now his wife could get the best chances to survive her ovarian cancer. He was no doctor himself, but he was in the front row for the best treatment. The new medicine would change all. It was her last chance.
Moore was a man with the required tact and charisma of a diplomat to deal with the FDA and the EMA, had a towering intelligence and was in the chess world known as a Grandmaster. He absentmindedly fiddled the white queen of his ivory chess game. He loved the sensuous polished feel of the cool smooth ivory beneath his fingertips. The chess board itself was a perfectly carved crystal side table and always within reach. Chess sharpened his analytical mind and helped to solve problems.
Moore frowned when he thought about how he had tried to smoke Gibson out. He still hadn’t a clue how she had gotten the data. Was there a whistle-blower amidst the company? Or among the doctors he funded for their research? What exactly had Gibson put together that made her come after the company?
He had hired the famous and most feared lawyer Jennifer Bernstein to represent the firm and go after Gibson. Bernstein, who was notorious for her ruthless and aggressive tactics, was a legal celebrity. A friend at the Rotary, who had hired her for a business dispute with a competitor, had introduced her to Moore. Though various lawyers advised not to litigate and his friend had written it off as a lost case, Bernstein had acted like a terrier, refusing to let go. She had accused the competitor of conspiracy, fraud and violating antitrust law. Though the first judge had dismissed the suit, Bernstein appealed and won the case.
Bernstein had put a tail on Gibson to investigate what she knew and who she was in league with. He expected her anytime now with an update.
The telephone rang.
‘Mr Moore? Mrs Bernstein is her to see you.’
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Immaculately dressed in a black pantsuit, Jennifer Bernstein entered the room, walked briskly over, sat down, and came straight to the point.
A faint wisp of her perfume hit Moore’s nose.
‘Mr Moore, I am afraid I have some bad news.’
‘That’s not why I paid you,’ Moore answered with a scowl.
Bernstein eyed him silently.
‘Well?’
‘I’m afraid we have accosted a dead end.’
‘So you’re not the excellent lawyer my friend said you were.’
‘I have the report here, Mr Moore. We’ve cited several statutes and have aggressively counterattacked Gibson by threatening a lawsuit if she defamed Xiangxiang Pharma & Biotech or disclosed any of its trade secrets. But…’
The cell phone in Moore’s pocket vibrated.
Finally.
Only one person had this number. The one who sent him the phone.
‘Excuse me, Mrs Bernstein. I have to take this. Leave the report here. I’ll get back to you.’
Bernstein rose stiffly, shoved the report towards Moore and tick-tocked on her high heels out of the room. The faint perfume lingered.
‘Yes?’
‘We are close to solving the problem,’ the caller said. ‘There was a minor glitch. We’ll handle it.’
‘You’d better. I pay you enough to get results.’
‘Don’t worry. We’re nearly there. But we need a favour from you.’
Moore felt his muscles tighten. ‘I am not to be involved. That was the deal.’
‘Nothing disreputable can ever be traced back to your firm, and certainly not to you,’ the voice answered. ‘It’s a minor thing. A name and phone number.’
When Moore put the cell phone in his pocket, he caressed the white queen and followed her lines with his index finger. He put down his spectacles and rubbed his eyes. It was indeed like playing chess at the highest level. One only needed the right pieces at the right places and scheme better than your opponent. Everybody can memorise the opening and end techniques, but it’s the middle game that requires all your skills. This is where you can threaten your opponent and limit their freedom of choice. This is where you can dictate the game’s course.
He had to review his strategy.
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Where There Is Smoke
and
A Light in the Dark
Sophy Smythe
ANTWERP
During her hospital days, Charlie had grown familiar with death and difficult traumas. People beaten up, severely damaged and brought in by hurrying ambulance nurses. From a shopkeeper who was knifed down, as he didn’t want to pay the protection money to a little girl who was sexually assaulted by her father and was ripped open from her vagina to her chest. She was a professional and had learned early in her career to set her emotions aside. Nevertheless, imagining her friend lying there under the blood-soaked sheet set off fear and a rising trepidation.
‘Are you certain it’s Alexis?’ Charlie asked with her eyes on the sheets. Her heart beat in her ears and her chest felt crushed.
‘That is the reason you are here. We’re pretty sure, but we want you to identify her.’
Charlie recoiled.
‘Are you up to it, Mrs Martens?’
Up till now Charlie hadn’t known that it was different to identify a body that belonged to a nobody or identify the body that belonged to her friend. Fear, tears and uneasy emotions she couldn’t identify flooded over her like a tsunami. She swallowed and answered with a choked voice. ‘I think I do.’
‘This way.’ De Schmedt went up to the body with a firm pace.
Charlie followed warily.
De Schmedt signalled a police officer who was standing at the body to remove the sheet.
‘Mrs Martens?’ De Schmedt’s grey-blue eyes settled on Charlie’s face with uttermost attention.
Charlie’s gaze went down to the body.
The long, curly red hair was smeared with clotted blood and the purple swollen face was disfigured by a gaping wound at her right temple. Her scalp had been ripped open. Pieces of brain were scattered on the steps. Blood was everywhere. Her eyes were just slits in puffed blue swellings.
‘Oh my God.’ Charlie gasped. ‘Alexis. No!’ She couldn’t avert her eyes. Her face looked suddenly haggard. It was not until now that Alexis’ murder landed violently upon her.
‘It shouldn’t come as a surprise,’ remarked De Schmedt dryly. ‘You have seen the picture.’
Charlie knelt down and reached for Alexis. Tears welled in her eyes and dripped from her cheeks onto Alexis’s face.
‘Don’t touch her,’ barked De Schmedt. ‘It’s a crime scene.’
As if stung by a spider, Charlie withdrew her hand.
I’m so sorry.
‘Did you inform Alexis’s husband?’ Charlie asked with her eyes riveted on Alexis’s face.
‘Don’t you worry about that. It’s all been taken care of.’
Charlie wiped her eyes. ‘Could it have been a robbery gone wrong?’
‘We are keeping all options open.’
‘I really don’t understand what Alexis was doing here. It’s a long way walking from here to my home.’
‘At what time did you have an appointment?’
With a lingering look on Alexis, Charlie straitened and turned to face De Schmedt. ‘I was expecting her for breakfast at eight this morning.’
‘Well, she was found here at ten minutes past six. That is to say, she screamed here at ten minutes past six.’
White-faced Charlie locked eyes with De Schmedt. ‘She screamed? So she was alive?’
‘A neighbour woke up and saw someone beat her up. He called the police. We arrived here about thirty minutes later.’
‘It took you half an hour to arrive here? The police station is here nearby.’
‘No, of course not.’ De Schmedt answered, scrutinising Charlie’s face. ‘The witness was so shaken that he couldn’t find his phone. He didn’t know the alarm number, and it took a while to get a coherent story out of him. We were here within ten minutes. When we came here, we combed out the neighbourhood.’
‘And?’
‘Nothing. We found nothing. Except….’ He pointed up the stairs. ‘Her.’
Charlie turned around, lowered her gaze and followed his outstretched finger.
Poor Alexis. What have you found out?
‘And in the meantime?’
‘The police are not accountable to you, Mrs Martens.’
‘Well, she screamed, so she was still alive, wasn’t she?’
‘True. Well, this neighbour was so wise to turn on all the lights. So, by doing that, he probably chased the attacker away.’
‘And? Could he give a description?’
De Schmedt grimaced. ‘Alas, he didn’t wear his glasses.’
‘Did he go downstairs? Was Alexis still alive when he found her?’
‘The police advised him to stay inside. The attacker might still have been in the neighbourhood.’
Charlie’s jaw slacked, stretching her face mask. She moved her hand to her breast and stared at De Schmedt. ‘So you advised him to stay inside and you left her to die?’
De Schmedt’s posture became rigid when he parried. ‘We couldn’t afford collateral damage.’
‘Collateral damage? Did you really say collateral damage?’ Charlie felt a flush of heat rushing into her face and neck as her shock transformed to anger.
‘We have to keep the innocent bystanders safe. Anyway, in the meantime the noise alarmed another neighbour and he ran outside. She was barely alive.’
‘Did she say anything?’
‘Alas, no. But she managed to give him this.’
De Schmedt held up a plastic bag with a small white paper.
Charlie leaned forward to have a look. As she read the message, De Schmedt narrowed his eyes. Puzzled, Charlie straightened and turned her gaze to De Schmedt. ‘What the hell does that mean?’
‘That is exactly why I asked you to be here.’
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Sophy Smythe is my pen name. I am a Dutch medical doctor, currently living in Antwerp and a member of Sisters in Crime and their international Guppies chapter.During my medical career I have written several non-fiction articles about my work for Dutch magazines that had gotten national attention, co-authored the books Breng spirit in je werk and Anti-aging: de steen der wijzen (all in Dutch) and am a speaker for 200+ people.
After closing my practice I now pursue my dream to write a series of fact-based thrillers about what I knows: the pharma industry and medical world. This is my debut in this genre.
Why I wrote THE MEDICAL CODE?
I was triggered by a judicial settlement of a pharmaceutical company for hundreds of millions of dollars for the illegal promotion of Celexa for the use in treating children and adolescents suffering from depression. There were a lot of suicides among the children. And, mind you, Celexa is still on the market. At the same time I read a non-fiction book called ‘Deadly Medicines and Organized Crime’ by Peter Gøtzsche. This combination gave birth to my debut book, The Medical Code.
I was sucked into a world of conspiracy, fraud, hacking, and drugs I knew nothing about. The journey was exhilarating. During long hikes with my dog Pepper,
Like in real life, nothing is as it seems, and everyone has a story and… a secret which glues to him / her like an elongated shadow.
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In the middle of the Covid-19 pandemic in Antwerp, Belgium, Doctor Charlotte Martens receives an urgent late-night call from her friendwho is a member of the European Medicines Agency. The next day Charlotte learns that her friend was violently murdered and that she herself is now the prime suspect. Because the police find a baffling code beside the murder victim, Charlotte enlists the help of an investigative journalist. She and the journalist discover that her murdered friend was about to expose a conspiracy of fraud and corruption within the pharma industry involving the government, certain reputable doctors and even the European Medicines Agency.
With both the police and the murderer closing in on them, Charlotte and the journalist must stay alive long to find the hard evidence necessary to bring down a faceless pharma company that will clearly stop at nothing to protect their secret network.
In an exhilarating blend of adventure, cutting wit and actual facts, doctor Charlotte Martens is a controversial figure to appear in the first book of intriguing fact-thrillers, where facts and fiction blur.
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Chapter 10
ANTWERP
Charlie felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. With an apologising look at De Schmedt, she took out her phone. ‘One moment, please.’ Charlie said and turned around.
De Schmedt felt his anger rising. Not now. He foresaw his prey escaping.
Charlie looked at her screen and opened the message.
I am Tom Verelst of the ICIJ. Alexis Gibson asked me to contact you in case something happened to her. You are in danger. Stay calm and find an excuse to go into the church. I’ll see you inside…
Charlie read the message until the end, and her colour drained from her face. Despite the warm sun, a deep chill crept down her body.
Charlie had heard of the ICIJ, the International Consortium of Investigative Journalists. They had done excellent work publishing the Panama Papers, uncovering a worldwide network of fraud and tax evasion. Recently they had published the Implant Files, disclosing how companies making implants bribed the doctors and hospitals and unveiling that some implants weren’t safe at all, but the cause of all kinds of problems.
What was the relation between Alexis and the ICIJ? And why ‘in case something happened’? Why am I in danger?
Since Charlie worked at Cochrane, she had gotten threatening mails. Anonymous, of course. And untraceable. At first she had sent them on to the legal department of Cochrane. But they could do nothing and just filed them. At the end Charlie gave up forwarding them. It was only last six months ago that the text messages came.
I’ll find you. You can’t hide.
***
MARBELLA, summer 2020
After the lockdown in Spain had ended and the borders had opened, Charlie was on the beach in Marbella with her daughter Amy enjoying a well-deserved holiday. Nothing could be better. Warm sand, delicious sun and with their feet in the blue waves. Unexpectedly, her telephone buzzed. Distracted, she pulled it out of her beach bag. Watching the message, her tan colour whitened. The sound of the waves disappeared in an overwhelming buzz and the sun disappeared in a fog. The entire world narrowed down to the screen.
“You are looking lovely on the beach with your beautiful daughter.”
‘Mum? Mum? What’s the matter? Mum?’
Charlie turned her head frantically around, trying to spot the one who was stalking her. She realised for the first time in her life she was in complete panic.
She forced herself to listen to her breath and closed her eyes, emptying her mind. Then she packed her stuff and forced a smile to Amy. ‘I have a great idea, sweetie. Let’s take the catamaran to Puerto Banús.’
Amy whooped and chattered on their way to the port and didn’t notice that Charlie was constantly scanning the crowd.
Someone saw exactly what she was doing.
Who knew they were in Marbella?
It was a last-minute trip. Obviously Charlie had told her parents. They owned the villa in Marbella, where Charlie and Amy stayed. Her friend Caroline, who was looking after her plants. Her colleagues who were working with her on the cancer-project. And whoever Amy had told they were going. Her friends, obviously. It was no secret that she and Amy travelled to Marbella. There were too many people. It was a dead-end.
She felt the panic mounting again until her face stung and tried to force it back.
Think.
I must keep Amy safe.
How?
And she took a tough decision.
Since then she avoided callers from unknown numbers and no caller ID’s. Asking around, she discovered that a significant part of her Cochrane colleagues were also threatened. Most of them shrugged it off. And then the rumours started about anti-vaccine doctors who were killed or died under mysterious circumstances. Charlie could not believe the drug companies would in fact kill.
Thank God, Amy is safe at boarding school.
***
ANTWERP
Pale and shaken to the core, Charlie turned around and saw the bloodied sheet on the stairs of the church.
Alexis died, too.
De Schmedt observed with suspicious eyes Charlie’s movements. ‘Bad news?’
Charlie’s brains whirled like a rollercoaster. ‘I am sorry. I’m not feeling well. I think I am gonna be sick.’
‘You can sit down on the fountain over there.’ De Schmedt said, pointing in the direction of the statue of Hendrik Conscience on the other side of the tent.
‘I need somewhere cool. And private, please.’
De Schmedt looked around. ‘Not much chance, I fear.’
Charlie swayed and tried to steady herself by holding out a hand at De Schmedt.
De Schmedt watched her face turn ashen.
‘You are really not okay?’ He asked suddenly concerned, steadying her. He hesitated.
‘You, agent Verbert, take Mrs Martens into the church and stay with her.’
Verbert took Charlie by the arm and escorted her to the door of the church.
Charlie leaned heavily on his arm. In the corner of her eye, she could see the covered body of her friend.
I’m so sorry.
De Schmedt clenched his jaw and followed the two with brooding eyes.
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After the conclusion on Harbinger Island (The first book in the James Copperfield series), where so many people lost their lives and so many questions still remained unanswered, a new investigation begins.
James Copperfield and his detective sergeant, Baxter McGovern are thrust into a new murder investigation, as they are forced to work with Detective Inspector Holly Rivers, whose drinking problems are well known.
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The book is everything to quench your desire for adventure and thrill. A perfect storyline, undetected plot twists, scuffle and friendship and a murder mystery to solve. And while there are some already known characters, reading ‘All Roads Lead’ feels like a reunion, but with a hitch.
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