Two years have passed since Chromosome 6. Laurie Montgomery, Jack Stapleton (both medical examiners) and company are back. Again, they have astonishing cases. One, a young skinhead mutilated almost beyond recognition and two, a rug dealer killed by anthrax. Suspecting the epidemic reaches of this spore, Jack digs to reach the very bottom of that contamination. At first, the case seems explainable, but Jack suspects that the exposure to the anthrax wasn't the result of the contact with the fabrics of animal origin. Meanwhile, Laurie finds what are those militiamen capable of, doing the authopsy to the unfortunate youngster, who was in fact an informant for the police. And behind all this, a disillusioned Russian cab driver with biotechnological training and a nationalist group plotting a diabolical plan to unleash a bioweapon with power enough to wipe out thousands of the New York population.

  

   Robin Cook delivers succesfully a novel that is fun to read, if we ignore the racist side of the story. It contains some involuntary noir twists, like the scenes between the cab driver and his wife. A lot more entertaining than Chromosome 6, it sadly and ironically touches some chords, using the New York city as a background for terrorist attacks.