The Sky Is Falling

Matt Baker blinked. "The burglars took the less valuable paintings?"

"That's right." Dana leaned forward. "Matt, if they were professional burglars, they would also have taken the cash and jewelry lying around. We were meant to assume that someone hired them to steal only the more valuable paintings. But according to these lists, they didn't know a thing about art. So why were they really hired? Gary Winthrop wasn't armed. Why did they kill him?"

"Are you saying that the robbery was a cover-up, and the real motive for the break-in was murder?"

"That's the only explanation I can think of."

Matt swallowed. "Let's examine this. Suppose that Taylor Winthropdid make an enemy and was murdered - why would anyone want to wipe out his entire family?"

"I don't know," Dana said. "That's what I want to find out."

Dr. Armand Deutsch was one of Washington's most respected psychiatrists, an imposing-looking man in his seventies, with a broad forehead and appropriately probing blue eyes. He glanced up as Dana entered.

"Miss Evans?"

"Yes. I appreciate 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 Winthropsmurdered ? That seems very far-fetched, 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."

"Andwas 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.