The Doomsday Conspiracy

“I can’t let you do that, Susan. You’d be in jeopardy.”

Monte had walked into the saloon in time to hear part of the conversation. “Let me talk to him.”

“Just a moment, Robert, Monte wants to speak to you.”

“Susan, I haven’t …”

Monte’s voice came over the line. “Robert, I understand you’re in serious trouble.”

The understatement of the year. “You might say that.”

“We’d like to help you out. They won’t be looking for you on a yacht. Why don’t you let us pick you up?”

“Thanks, Monte, I appreciate it. The answer is no.”

“I think you’re making a mistake. You’ll be safe here.”

Why was he so eager to help? “Thanks, anyway. I’ll take my chances. I’d like to speak to Susan again …”

“Of course.” Monte Banks handed the phone to Susan. “Talk him into it,” he urged.

Susan spoke into the phone. “Please let us help you.”

“You have helped me, Susan.” He had to stop for a moment. “You’re the best part of my life. I just want you to know that I’ll always love you.” He gave a little laugh. “Although always may not be such a big deal anymore.”

“Will you call me again?”

“If I can.”

“Promise me.”

“All right. I promise.”

He slowly replaced the receiver. Why did I do that to her? Why did I do that to myself? You’re a sentimental idiot, Bellamy. He walked back to the table.

“Let’s eat,” Robert said. They ordered.

“I heard your conversation. The police are looking for you, aren’t they?”

Robert stiffened. Careless. She was going to be trouble. “It’s just a little misunderstanding. I …”

“Don’t treat me like a fool. I want to help you.”

He was watching her warily. “Why should you help me?”

Pier leaned forward. “Because you’ve been generous to me. And I hate the police. You don’t know what it’s like to be out on the streets, hounded by them, treated like dirt. They arrest me for prostitution, but they take me to their back rooms and pass me around. They are animals. I would do anything to get even with them. Anything. I can help you.”

“Pier, there’s nothing you …”

“In Venice the police will catch you easily. If you stay at a hotel, they will find you. If you try to get on a ship, they will trap you. But I know a place where you will be safe from them. My mother and brother live in Naples. We can stay at their house. The police will never look for you there.”

Robert was silent for a moment, thinking about it. What Pier said made a good deal of sense. A private house would be much safer than any other place, and Naples was a big port. It would be easy to get a ship out of there. He hesitated before he answered. He did not want to put Pier in danger.

“Pier, if the police find me, they have orders to kill me. You would be considered an accomplice. You could be letting yourself in for trouble.”

“It’s very simple.” Pier smiled. “We won’t let them find you.”

Robert returned her smile. He made up his mind. “All right. Eat your lunch. We’re going to Naples.”

Colonel Frank Johnson said, “Your men have no idea where he is headed?”

Francesco Cesar sighed. “Not at the moment. But it is only a matter of time before …”

“We don’t have time. Have you checked the whereabouts of his ex-wife?”

“His ex-wife? No. I don’t see what …”

“Then you haven’t done your homework,” Colonel Johnson snapped. “She’s married to a man named Monte Banks. I would suggest that you locate them, and fast.”

Chapter Thirty-Eight

She wandered down the broad boulevard, barely conscious of where she was going. How many days had it been since the terrible crash? She had lost count. She was so tired that it was difficult for her to concentrate. She desperately needed water; not the polluted water that the Earthlings drank, but fresh, clear rain water. She needed the pure fluid to revive her life essence, to gain the strength to find the crystal. She was dying.

She staggered and bumped into a man.

“Hey! Watch where …” The American salesman took a closer look at her and smiled. “Hi, there. Imagine bumping into you like this!” What a doll.

“Yes, I can imagine that.”

“Where are you from, honey?”

“The seventh sun of the Pleiades.”

He laughed. “I like a gal with a sense of humour. Where you headed?”

She shook her head. “I do not know. I am a stranger here.”

Jesus, I think I’m on to something. “Have you had dinner?”

“No. I cannot eat your food.”

I’ve got a real weirdo here. But a beauty. “Where are you staying?”

“I am not staying anywhere.”

“You don’t have a hotel?”

“A hotel?” She remembered. Boxes for travelling strangers. “No. I must find a place to sleep. I am very tired.”

His smile broadened. “Well, Papa can take care of that. Why don’t we go up to my hotel room? I’ve got a nice, big comfortable bed there. Would you like that?”

“Oh, yes, very much.”

He could not believe his good luck. “Wonderful!” I’ll bet she’s great in the hay.

She looked at him, puzzled. “Your bed is made of hay?”