They were informed at the desk that the testing protocol had been given to a Dr. Cabot, who was still on duty.Inside the basement laboratory, they found a stocky, boyish-looking man wearing a long-billed fishing cap over his army fatigues. Sitting in an armchair with his feet on the desk, he was surrounded by three young English nurses in starched white uniforms.“Call me George,” he said with a brash grin. “I’ve just arrived from Philadelphia, girls, and I definitely need some help to find my way around the city.”“I’ll help you,” growled Taggart, coming up behind him as the nurses hurried off.Momentarily crestfallen, Dr. Cabot glanced up at the two of them before quickly focusing on Liza. He removed his feet from the desk, stood up, and gave Taggart a casual salute.“We need the results of the Dunbar blood tests,” said Sam Taggart without bothering to return it. “We’re in a hurry.”“Sure,” said the young doctor, blowing a perfect bubble through the wad of chewing gum in his mouth.
