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manner … to hurry things.”

      Marge said, “Did Dr. Decameron and Dr. Sparks often have arguments?”

      Fulton gave a mysterious smile. “One doesn’t argue with Azor—with Dr. Sparks. Yes, we do have some academic exchange of ideas. But you try not to displease him. If you do, then you figure out what you’ve done and make amends. You either play his game or you’re not on the team.”

      “That doesn’t make you feel … hemmed in?” Oliver asked.

      “Hemmed in?” Fulton gave him an incredulous look. “Sir, that’s just a given when you work with someone of his stature. That’s how it is with medical academia. Dr. Sparks owns everything that comes from his lab, even if he’s only worked tangentially on the project.”

      “That doesn’t seem fair,” Marge stated.

      “That’s research science,” Liz said. “Get on Azor’s good side, you might get some credit. And you need credit if you want to advance. You must publish the right material under the right people. Someone with clout. For that privilege, you have to eat … you know.”

      “Sparks make you eat a lot of … you know?” Marge asked.

      “Well, he was graceful about it. He could afford to be because he knew who he was. I’ve worked for him for the last four years. It’s nice to have a boss who’s a benevolent tyrant. Because I’ve worked under the other kind, too.”

      “Benevolent tyrant,” Marge repeated.

      “Tyrant is too strong a word.”

      “Dictator?” Oliver tried.

      “Put it this way. After a while, you know when to suggest something and when to keep your mouth shut.”

      “Does Decameron know the rules as well?”

      “Reggie is an individualist. More forceful than I am, certainly. More than once at our meetings, he played devil’s advocate. But he knew when to stop. The man is no fool.”

      “Dr. Sparks was deeply religious,” Marge said.

      “Yes.”

      “How’d he feel about Dr. Decameron being homosexual?”

      “I don’t know. It never came up in any of our conversations.”

      “Never talked about ‘those’ kinds of people?” Oliver said.

      “Not to me.”

      “A passing derogatory phrase never slipped from his lips?”

      Fulton smiled. “Nothing slips from Dr. Sparks’s lips. If he ‘utters’ something, it’s for a reason.”

      “Dr. Decameron said that one of Sparks’s sons is gay. You know anything about that?”

      “Which one?”

      “The priest.”

      She waved Oliver off. “That’s ridiculous. I mean I don’t know if Bram is or isn’t. But I don’t know why Dr. Decameron would know, either. Unless he’s indulging in wishful thinking. Bram’s a nice-looking man.”

      Marge said, “I take it you never detected Sparks having a problem with Dr. Myron Berger being Jewish.”

      “Dr. Berger and Dr. Sparks have known each other for thirty-plus years. They attended Harvard Medical School together.”

      “So they’re … peers.”

      “Yes,” Fulton said.

      “Being his peer,” Oliver said, “is Dr. Berger just as … respectful of Dr. Sparks’s rules? Or does he have more independence than either you or Dr. Decameron?”

      “We all had independence,” Fulton said testily. “We aren’t chattel.”

      Oliver said, “You know what I’m getting at.”

      “Frankly, I don’t,” Fulton said.

      “Was Sparks Berger’s boss?” Marge asked.

      “Of course.”

      “And that didn’t create resentment?” Marge asked. “Two of them going to medical school together, and now Sparks is above him?”

      Fulton rubbed her shoulder. “If Dr. Berger felt resentful, he certainly had the skills, the experience, and the publications to move on. Being as he hadn’t, I’m assuming he’s comfortable with the relationship he has … had with Azor … with Dr. Sparks.”

      “What kind of relationship did Dr. Sparks have with his family?” Marge asked.

      “They adored him.”

      “Did they ask him for money?” Oliver said.

      “I don’t know,” Fulton said. “He didn’t divulge things like that.”

      “Ever?”

      “No.”

      “Dr. Decameron seemed sure that his children asked him for money. Where did he get his information from?”

      “I don’t know where Reggie digs up his gossip.”

      “His son Paul called Dr. Sparks tonight,” Marge said. “Is that correct?”

      “Yes.”

      “Do you know what it was about?”

      “No.”

      “Did Dr. Sparks say he was cutting the meeting short to meet his son?”

      “No. He didn’t say anything.”

      “Did his kids call him often?”

      “I didn’t monitor his calls. Ask Heather.”

      “From your perception, Doctor,” Oliver said. “Did they call him often?”

      “I can’t tell you yes or no because I don’t know how you’re defining often. Yes, they called him. Yes, his wife, Dolly, called him, too.”

      “In the middle of meetings?”

      “Sometimes. And if they did, the doctor usually interrupted himself to take their calls. He loved his family. And they loved him.”

      Marge said, “Did his wife or any of them ever visit Dr. Sparks at work in the hospital?”

      Oliver said, “Maybe they’d drop in to say hello or have a cup of coffee with Dad?”

      “You don’t drop in on someone like Dr. Sparks.”

      “Did you ever meet his wife and children?”

      “Occasionally, I would see one of his kids visiting with him at the hospital.”

      “What about his wife?”

      Liz thought a moment. “She’d come to the holiday parties.”

      “What’s she like?” Marge asked.

      “Reserved, religious like him. But very, very proud of her husband and family. Beams when she talks about them. An old-fashioned woman. Her family is her life.”

      Oliver said, “And you observed all this by her presence at a Christmas party?”

      Liz shook her head no. “Once Azor was gracious enough to invite us to the house for Sunday dinner. Dolly … Mrs. Sparks must have spent most of the time in the kitchen, serving the food, happy to do it … to play hostess. We told her to sit, but she just laughed. Said she only sat for dinner on her birthday. What a feast! A mound of food. All of Azor’s children and grandchildren were there. Sunday was a big day in his life. Like I said, Azor was very religious.”

      “And everyone seemed to get along.”

      “To my eye, yes.”

      “No

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