CHAPTER 106

One day before the Jurassic Park incident…

An hour before sunrise Peter Ludlow had returned to his office in San Diego, California. Standing at the window with a contemplative look he nursed a glass of brandywine. His face also revealed nervousness. The delicate glass almost slipped from his fingers when the phone on the desk rang. He let it go three times before he set down his drink and brought the receiver to his ear.

The man on the other line began speaking before Mr. Ludlow even addressed him. "You left me a message?" The voice was low.

"Yes."

"This better be damned important, Peter. You shouldn't be contacting me right now. We've discussed this."

"The situation on Isla Sorna is more serious than we've feared."

"I don't believe in situations that can't be handled, Peter."

"Certain assets are seemingly beyond control. The casualties are far greater than we supposed. Doctor Conners is threatening to go to my uncle."

"And…" There was a long silence. "Peter, let's keep something in perspective here. You came to me. You asked for my help. Now that I'm neck deep in your fecal matter there's no way either of us is backing out. We've both got our hands dirty, so pull yourself together and grow a pair."

"What am I to do then?"

"Nothing, Peter. Not a God damned thing until after this weekend. Donald Gennaro is a pain in the ass, but he knows a lucrative investment when he sees one. He'll sign off on the park no matter what Dr. Grant says. Believe me. And after that John Hammond will take the fall for Site-B and everything else he's screwed up. But Gennaro won't shut it down. Trust me. INGEN will pull through in some form or another, and then we'll both have what we want. It's actually better this way. The more hazardous John Hammond appears the better. It'll make it much easier to convince the board that you should be the one in control. In the meantime don't let anyone off that island, and don't let anyone talk to John Hammond. Oh, and Peter, don't call me again."

The man hung up and Mr. Ludlow placed the phone on the desk next to its cradle. As he went back to the window and his brandywine a dial tone pierced the silence, but he let it go.