Michael Crichton - State Of Fear

"Could you?" he said. "It would help so much."

"Why of course, Peter," she said. "Leave it to me." She paused. When she spoke again, it was almost a whisper. "Is there, ah, anything you don't want the police to find?"

"No," he said.

"I mean, it's all right with me, everybody in LA has a few bad habits, otherwise we wouldn't be here"

"No, Lisa," he said. "Actually, I don't have any drugs, if that's what you mean."

"Oh, no," she said quickly. "I wasn't assuming anything. No pictures or anything like that?"

"No, Lisa."

"Nothing, you know, underage?"

"Afraid not."

"Okay, I just wanted to be sure."

"Well, thanks for doing this. Now to get in through the door"

"I know," she said, "the key is under the back mat."

"Yes." He paused. "How'd you know that?"

"Peter," she said, sounding a little offended. "You can count on me to know things."

"All right. Well, thanks."

"Don't mention it. Now, what about Margo? How's she doing?" Lisa said.

"She's fine."

"You went to see her?"

"This morning, yes, and"

"No, I mean at the hospital. Didn't you hear? Margo was coming back from the bank today and walked in while her apartment was being robbed. Three robberies in one day! You, Margo, Sarah! What is going on? Do you know?"

"No," Evans said. "It's very mysterious."

"It is."

"But about Margo amp;?"

"Oh yes. So I guess she decided to fight these guys, which was the wrong thing to do, and they beat her up, maybe knocked her unconscious. She had a black eye, I heard, and while the cops were there interviewing her, she passed out. Got completely paralyzed and couldn't move. And she even stopped breathing."

"You're kidding."

"No. I had a long conversation with the detective who was there. He told me it just came over her, and she was unable to move and was dark blue before the paramedics showed up and took her to UCLA. She's been in intensive care all afternoon. The doctors are waiting to ask her about the blue ring."

"What blue ring?"

"Just before she became paralyzed, she was slurring her words but she said something about the blue ring, or the blue ring of death."

"The blue ring of death," Evans said. "What does that mean?"

"They don't know. She isn't able to talk yet. Does she take drugs?"

"No, she's a health nut," Evans said.

"Well, I hear the doctors say she'll be okay. It was some temporary paralysis."

"I'll go see her later," he said.

"When you do, will you call me afterward? And I'll handle your apartment, don't worry."

It was dark when he got to Morton's house. The security people were gone; the only car parked in front was Sarah's Porsche. She opened the front door when he rang. She had changed into a tracksuit. "Everything all right?" he said.

"Yes," she said. They came into the hallway, and they crossed to the living room. The lights were on, and the room was warm and inviting.

"Where are the security people?"

"They left for dinner. They'll be back."

"They all left?"

"They'll be back. I want to show you something," she said. She pulled out a wand with an electronic meter attached to it. She ran it over his body, like an airport security check. She tapped his left pocket. "Empty it."

The only thing in his pocket were his car keys. He dropped them on the coffee table. Sarah was running the wand over his chest, his jacket. She touched his right jacket pocket, gestured for him to empty it out.

"What's this about?" he said.

She shook her head, and didn't speak.

He pulled out a penny. Set it on the counter.

She waved her hand: more?

He felt again. Nothing.

She ran the wand over his car keys. There was a plastic rectangle on the chain, which unlocked his car door. She pried it open with a pocket-knife.

"Hey, listen amp;"

The rectangle popped open. Evans saw electronic circuits inside, a watch battery. Sarah pulled out a tiny bit of electronics hardly bigger than the tip of a lead pencil. "Bingo."

"Is that what I think it is?"

She took the electronic unit and dropped it into a glass of water. Then she turned to the penny. She examined it minutely, then twisted it in her fingers. To Evans's surprise, it broke in half, revealing a small electronic center.

She dropped that in the glass of water, too. "Where's your car?" she said.

"Out in front."

"We can check it later."

He said, "What's this about?"

"The security guys found bugs on me," she said. "And all over the house. The best guess is that was the reason for the robberyto plant bugs. And guess what? You have bugs, too."

He looked around. "Is the house okay?"

"The house has been electronically swept and cleared. The guys found about a dozen bugs. Supposedly it's clean now."

They sat together on the couch. "Whoever is doing all this, they think we know something," she said. "And I'm beginning to believe they're right."

Evans told her about Morton's comments about the list.

"He bought a list?" she said.

Evans nodded. "That's what he said."

"Did he say what kind of a list?"

"No. He was going to tell me more, but he never got around to it."

"He didn't say anything more to you, when you were alone with him?"

"Not that I remember."

"Going up on the plane?"

"No amp;"

"At the table, at dinner?"

"I don't think so, no."

"When you walked him to his car?"

"No, he was singing all that time. It was sort of embarrassing, to tell you the truth. And then he got in his car amp;Wait a minute." Evans sat up. "He did say one funny thing."

"What was that?"

"It was some Buddhist philosophical saying. He told me to remember it."

"What was it?"

"I don't remember," Evans said. "At least not exactly. It was something like Everything that matters is near where the Buddha sits.'"

"George wasn't interested in Buddhism," Sarah said. "Why would he say that to you?"

"Everything that matters is near where the Buddha sits," Evans said, repeating it again.

He was staring forward, into the media room adjacent to the living room.

"Sarah amp;"

Directly facing them, under dramatic overhead lighting, was a large wooden sculpture of a seated Buddha. Burmese, fourteenth century.

Evans got up and walked into the media room. Sarah followed him. The sculpture was four feet high, and mounted on a high pedestal. Evans walked around behind the statue.

"You think?" Sarah said.

"Maybe."

He ran his fingers around the base of the statue. There was a narrow space there, beneath the crossed legs, but he could feel nothing. He crouched, looked: nothing. There were some wide cracks in the wood of the statue, but nothing was there.

"Maybe move the base?" Evans said.

"It's on rollers," Sarah said.

They slid it to one side, exposing nothing but white carpet.

Evans sighed.

"Any other Buddhas around here?" he said, looking around the room.

Sarah was down on her hands and knees. "Peter," she said.

"What?"

"Look."

He crouched down. There was a roughly one-inch gap between the base of the pedestal and the floor. Barely visible in that gap was the corner of an envelope, attached to the inside of the pedestal.

"I'll be damned."

"It's an envelope."

She slid her fingers in.

"Can you reach it?"

"I amp;think so amp;got it!"

She pulled it out. It was a business-size envelope, sealed and unmarked.

"This could be it," she said, excited. "Peter, I think we may have found it!"

The lights went out, and the house was plunged into darkness.

They scrambled to their feet.

"What happened?" Evans said.

"It's okay," she said. "The emergency generator will cut in at any second."

"Actually, it won't," a voice in the darkness said.