Once back outside, Shalimar stopped Adam with a gentle hand on his wrist. "Karposi's sarcoma?"
Adam looked grim. "AIDS, Shal. He's dying. His genetic sample is useless to us. If we tried to use any of his tissue samples, we'd be giving Benji AIDS as well."
Jesse was already moving on to the problem at hand. "Adam, I hate to break this to you, but you only had two names on your list of possibles. Which means we have no donor to ask. Do you want to go back and search the database again? Maybe you can come up with someone whose DNA isn't quite as close but will work for this particular treatment."
"I don't need to, Jesse. I'm way ahead of you." Adam started walking again. "You're right; with only two names for a 98 per cent match, it didn't look good. We were lucky to find Bill McElroy, and I never really expected Davies to give us even the time of day. So I've already broadened the search parameters to 95 per cent, and came up with the next set of potential volunteers." He pulled a second list out of his jacket pocket.
"Good. Where's the first one?"
Adam stopped one last time. "Standing right next to me, Jesse." He grinned. "Remember your little speech about how Benji deserves a chance at a normal life? Here's your chance to show that you meant what you said. Put up or shut up."