"Never."
"But you're enrolled—"
"I'm not enrolled in anything." To say the least. "And it bothers me that anybody thinks so. But I am thinking about taking Mom out there tomorrow, if she still wants to go. When I talked to him on the phone, Dr. Van de Vliet wanted me to start the procedure immediately. That's scary, but he does seem to know what he's doing."
"I take it, then, that you're leaning toward going through with it."
She hated the way he'd just made her sound so gullible.
"The truth is, I'm more concerned for Mom. He claims he can help her early‑onset Alzheimer's, and that would mean a lot." Why was she telling him all this stuff? She found herself wondering if he'd ever married.
"I'm so sorry to hear that. But the chances are he can."
"What are you thinking?" she asked finally. "And why did you call me? Really? What's going on?"
"I don't know yet. There's a lot I don't know." He seemed to hesitate. "Ally, is there any chance whatsoever that—while you're out there—you could get me the names of some of the
people who've been through the clinical trials? The Dorian Institute is entirely off‑limits to the press. I tried several times to schedule an interview with Karl Van de Vliet, the guy you talked to, but no luck. I can't get past the corporate people. My only hope is to try and find some patients who've been treated and released who've completed the clinical trials. But Gerex has been ruthless about keeping their identities secret You are literally the first person I've found who has any connection with the institute and is willing to talk about it. That is, if you're willing."