Sidney Sheldon - The sky is falling

«Yeah. That was a year ago. Probably the worst thing that ever happened in this town.»

«What time of day did it happen?»

If he thought her question odd, he gave no sign. «It was the middle of the night. We got the call at threeA. M. Our trucks were out there by three-fifteen, but it was too late. The house was burning like a torch. We didn't know anybody was inside until later when we put down the fire and found the two bodies. That was a heartbreaking moment, let me tell you.»

«Do you have any idea what started the fire?»

He nodded. «Oh, yeah. It was an electrical problem.»

«What kind of electrical problem?»

«We don't know exactly, but the day before the fire, someone called an electrician to the house to fix it.»

«But you don't know what the problem was?»

«I think there was something wrong with the fire alarm system.»

Dana tried to sound casual. «The electrician who went out to fix it—would you happen to have his name?»

«No. I guess the police would have it.»

«Thanks.»

He looked at Dana curiously. «Why are you so interested in this?»

Dana said earnestly, «I'm writing an article about ski-resort fires around the country.»

The Aspen police station was a redbrick one-story building, half a dozen blocks from Dana's hotel.

The officer at his desk looked up and exclaimed, «You're Dana Evans, the TV lady?»

«Yes.»

«I'm Captain Turner. What can I do for you, Miss Evans?»

«I'm curious about the fire that killed Taylor Winthrop and his wife.»

«My God, what a tragedy that was. The folks here are still in shock.»

«I can understand that.»

«Yep. Too bad they weren't able to save them.»

«I understand the fire started from some kind of electrical problem?»

«That's right.»

«Could it have been arson?»

Captain Turner frowned. «Arson? No, no. It was electrical failure.»

«I'd like to talk to the electrician who went out there the day before the fire. Do you have his name?»

«I'm sure it's here in our files. Want me to check it out?»

«I'd appreciate it.»

Captain Turner picked up the phone and spoke into it briefly, then turned back to Dana. «First time in Aspen?»

«Yes.»

«Great place. Do you ski?»

«No.»But Jeff does. When we come up here…

A clerk walked up and handed Captain Turner a sheet of paper. He passed it on to Dana. It read:Al Larson Electrical Company, Bill Kelly.

«They're just down the street.»

«Thank you so much, Captain Turner.»

«My pleasure.»

As Dana left the building, a man across the street turned away and spoke into a cell phone.

The Al Larson Electrical Company was in a small gray cement building. A clone of the man at the fire department, tanned and athletic looking, was seated at a desk. He stood up as Dana came in. «Morning.»

«Morning,» Dana said. «I'd like to talk to Bill Kelly.»

The man grunted. «So would I.»

«I beg your pardon?»

«Kelly. He disappeared almost a year ago.»

«Disappeared?»

«Yeah, just left. Didn't say a word. Didn't even stop to pick up his pay.»

Dana said slowly, «Do you remember exactly when that was?»

«Sure do. It was the morning of that fire. The big one. You know, the one the Winthrops died in.»

Dana felt a chill. «I see. And you have no idea where Mr. Kelly is?»

«Nope. Like I said, he just disappeared.»

The remote island at the tip of South America had been buzzing all morning with the arrival of jet planes. Now it was time for the meeting, and the twenty-odd participants were seated in a guarded, newly built structure that was scheduled to be demolished as soon as the meeting was over. The speaker stepped to the front of the room.

«Welcome. I am happy to see many familiar faces here and some new friends. Before we begin our business, some of you are concerned about a problem that has arisen. A traitor is among us, threatening to expose us. We do not know who it is yet. But I assure you that he will be caught quickly, and that he will suffer the fate of all traitors. Nothing and no one can stand in our way.»

There were murmurs of surprise from the crowd.

«Now. Let us begin our silent bid. There are sixteen packages today. Let's start with two billion. Do I have the first bid? Yes. Two billion dollars. Do I have three?»

THAT EVENING WHEN Dana returned to her room, she stopped in sudden alarm. Everything looked the same, and yet…she had a feeling something was different. Had her things been moved? It's Chicken Little time, Dana thought wryly. She picked up the telephone and called home.

Mrs. Daley answered the phone. «The Evans residence.»

Thank God she was still there. «Mrs. Daley?»

«Miss Evans!»

«Good evening. How is Kemal?»

«Well, he can be a bit of a devil, but I can handle him. My boys were like that.»

«Then everything is…all right?»

«Oh, yes.»

Dana's sigh was of pure relief. «Could I speak to him?»

«Certainly.» Dana heard her call, «Kemal, it's your mother.»

A moment later Kemal was on the phone. «Hi, Dana.»

«Hi, Kemal. How are you doing, pal?»

«Cool.»

«How was school?»

«It was okay.»

«And are you getting along all right with Mrs. Daley?»

«Yes, she's rad.»

She's more than rad, Dana thought. She's a miracle.

«When are you coming home, Dana?»

«I'll be home tomorrow. Have you had your dinner?»

«Yes. It wasn't too bad, actually.»

Dana was almost tempted to say, Is that you, Kemal? She was thrilled at the change in him.

«All right, darling. I'll see you tomorrow. Good night.»

«Good night, Dana.»

As Dana was getting ready for bed, her cell phone rang. She picked it up. «Hello.»

«Dana?»

She felt a surge of joy. «Jeff! Oh, Jeff!» She blessed the day she had purchased the international cell phone.

«I had to call you to tell you I miss you like bloody hell.»

«I miss you, too. Are you in Florida?»

«Yes.»

«How are things there?»

«Not good.» She heard the hesitation in his voice. «In fact, it's pretty bad. Tomorrow Rachel is scheduled to have a mastectomy.»

«Oh, no!»

«She's not handling it well.»

«I'm so sorry.»

«I know. It's rotten luck. Darling, I can't wait to get back to you. Did I ever tell you I'm mad about you?»

«I'm mad about you, darling.»

«Is there anything you need, Dana?»

You. «No.»

«How's Kemal?»

«He's getting along fine. I have a new housekeeper he likes.»

«That's good news. I can't wait until we're all together again.»

«Neither can I.»

«You take care of yourself.»

«I will. And I can't tell you how sorry I am about Rachel.»

«I'll tell her. Good night, baby.»

«Good night.»

Dana opened her suitcase and took out a shirt of Jeff's that she had taken from the apartment. She put it on under her nightgown and hugged it to her. Good night, darling.

Early the following morning Dana flew back to Washington. She stopped at the apartment before going to the office and was greeted by a cheerful Mrs. Daley.

«It's grand to see you back, Miss Evans. That boy of yours is wearing me out.» But it was said with a twinkle.

«I hope he isn't giving you too much trouble.»

«Trouble? Not one bit. I'm pleased at how well he's doing with his new arm.»

Dana looked at her in surprise. «He'swearing it?»

«Of course. He wears it to school.»

«That's wonderful. I'm very pleased.» She looked at her watch. «I have to get to the studio. I'll be back this afternoon to see Kemal.»

«He'll be so glad to see you. He misses you, you know. You go on ahead. I'll unpack your bags for you.»