The Sky is Falling. Sidney Sheldon

your seeing me. Doctor. What I need to see you about is really very important.’

      ‘And what is it that’s so very important?’

      ‘You’ve read about the deaths in the Winthrop family?’

      ‘Of course. Terrible tragedies. So many accidents.’

      Dana said, ‘What if they weren’t accidents?’

      ‘What? What are you saying?’

      ‘That there’s a possibility they were all murdered.’

      ‘The Winthrops murdered? That seems very farfetched, Miss Evans. Very far-fetched.’

      ‘But possible.’

      ‘What makes you think they might have been murdered?’

      ‘It’s – it’s just a hunch,’ Dana admitted.

      ‘I see. A hunch.’ Dr Deutsch sat there, studying her. ‘I watched your broadcasts from Sarajevo. You are an excellent reporter.’

      ‘Thank you.’

      Dr Deutsch leaned forward on his elbows, his blue eyes fixed on hers. ‘So, not long ago, you were in the middle of a terrible war. Yes?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘Reporting about people being raped, killed, babies murdered …’

      Dana was listening, wary.

      ‘You were obviously under great stress.’

      Dana said, ‘Yes.’

      ‘How long have you been back – five, six months?’

      ‘Three months,’ Dana said.

      He nodded, satisfied. ‘Not much time to get adjusted to civilian life again, is it? You must have nightmares about all the terrible murders you witnessed, and now your subconscious mind imagines –’

      Dana interrupted him. ‘Doctor, I’m not paranoid. I have no proof, but I have reason to believe the Winthrop deaths were not accidental. I came to see you because I was hoping you could help me.’

      ‘Help you? In what way?’

      ‘I need a motive. What motive could anyone have for wiping out an entire family?’

      Dr Deutsch looked at Dana and steepled his fingers. ‘There are precedents, of course, for such violent aggression. A vendetta … vengeance. In Italy, the Mafia has been known to kill entire families. Or it could possibly involve drugs. It might be revenge for some terrible tragedy that the family caused. Or it could be a maniac who might not have any rational motive to –’

      ‘I don’t think that’s the case here,’ Dana said.

      ‘Then, of course, there’s one of the oldest motives in the world – money.’

      Money. Dana had already thought of that.

      Walter Calkin, head of the firm of Calkin, Taylor & Anderson, had been the Winthrops’ family lawyer for more than twenty-five years. He was an elderly man, crippled with arthritis, but while his body was frail, his mind was still keen.

      He studied Dana a moment. ‘You told my secretary that you wanted to talk to me about the Winthrop estate?’

      ‘Yes.’

      He sighed. ‘It’s incredible to me what happened to that wonderful family. Incredible.’

      ‘I understand that you handled their legal and financial affairs,’ Dana said.

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘Mr Calkin, in the last year, was there anything unusual about those affairs?’

      He was looking at Dana curiously. ‘Unusual in what sense?’

      Dana said carefully, ‘This is awkward, but – would you be aware of it if any member of the family was … being blackmailed?’

      There was a momentary silence. ‘You mean, would I know if they were regularly paying out large sums of money to somebody?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘I suppose I would, yes.’

      ‘And was there anything like that?’ Dana pursued.

      ‘Nothing. I assume you’re suggesting some sort of foul play? I must tell you I find that utterly ridiculous.’

      ‘But they are all dead,’ Dana said. ‘The estate must be worth many billions of dollars. I would very much appreciate it if you could tell me who stands to receive that money.’

      She watched the lawyer open a bottle of pills, take one out, and swallow it with a sip of water. ‘Miss Evans, we never discuss our clients’ affairs.’ He hesitated. ‘In this instance, however, I see no harm in it, because a press announcement is going to be made tomorrow.’

       And then there’s always one of the oldest motives in the world – money.

      Walter Calkin looked at Dana. ‘With the death of Gary Winthrop, the last surviving member of the family –’

      ‘Yes?’ Dana was holding her breath.

      ‘The entire Winthrop fortune goes to charity.’

       Chapter Six

      The staff was getting ready for the evening news.

      Dana was in studio A at the anchor desk, going through last-minute changes for the broadcast. The news bulletins that had been coming in all day from wire services and police channels had been studied and selected or rejected.

      Seated at the anchor table next to Dana were Jeff Connors and Richard Melton. Anastasia Mann started the countdown and ended 3-2-1 with her extended forefinger. The camera’s red light flashed on.

      The announcer’s voice boomed out, ‘This is the eleven o’clock news live on WTN with Dana Evans’ – Dana smiled into the camera – ‘and Richard Melton.’ Melton looked into the camera and nodded. ‘Jeff Connors with sports and Marvin Greer with the weather. The eleven o’clock news begins right now.’

      Dana looked into the camera. ‘Good evening. I’m Dana Evans.’

      Richard Melton smiled. ‘And I’m Richard Melton.’

      Dana read from the TelePrompTer. ‘We have a breaking story. A police chase ended earlier this evening after a holdup at a downtown liquor store.’

      ‘Roll tape one.’

      The screen flashed to the interior of a helicopter. At the controls of the WTN helicopter was Norman Bronson, a former marine pilot. Next to him sat Alyce Barker. The camera angle changed. On the ground below were three police cars surrounding a sedan that had crashed into a tree.

      Alyce Barker said, ‘The chase began when two men walked into the Haley Liquor Store on Pennsylvania Avenue and tried to hold up the clerk. He resisted and pressed the alarm button to summon police. The robbers fled, but the police pursued them for four miles until the suspects’ car crashed into a tree.’

      The chase was covered by the station’s news helicopter. Dana looked at the picture and thought: The best thing Matt ever did was to get Elliot to buy that new helicopter. It makes a big difference to our coverage.

      There were three more segments, and the director signaled for a break. ‘We’ll be right back after this,’ Dana said.

      A commercial came on.

      Richard Melton turned to Dana. ‘Have you looked outside? It’s a bitch out there.’

      ‘I know.’ Dana laughed. ‘Our poor weatherman is going to get a lot of hate mail.’

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