The Sky Is Falling

Dana walked over to the women's section, where there were racks of heavy coats. She selected a woolen red one and a red scarf to match. It was twenty minutes before she could find a clerk to handle the transaction.

When Dana returned to her room, her cell phone was ringing. It was Jeff.

"Hello, darling. I tried to call you on New Year's Eve, but you didn't answer your cell phone, and I didn't know where to reach you."

"I'm sorry, Jeff."So he didn't forget! Bless him.

"Where are you?"

"I'm in Moscow."

"Is everything all right, honey?"

"Wonderful. Jeff, tell me about Rachel."

"It's too soon to say. They're going to try a new therapy on her tomorrow. It's still very experimental. We'll have the result in a few days."

"I hope it works," Dana said.

"Is it cold there?"

Dana laughed. "You wouldn't believe it. I'm a human icicle."

"I wish I were there to melt you."

They spoke for another five minutes, and Dana could hear Rachel's voice calling Jeff.

Jeff said on the phone, "I have to go, darling. Rachel needs me."

I need you too, Dana thought. "I love you."

"I love you."

The American Embassy at 19-23 Novinsky Bul'var was an ancient, run-down building, with Russian guards standing in sentry booths outside. A long queue of people waited patiently. Dana passed the line and gave her name to a guard. He looked at a roster and waved her in.

Inside the lobby, an American marine stood in a bulletproof glass security booth. An American female guard in uniform checked the contents of Dana's purse.

"Okay."

"Thank you." Dana walked to the desk. "Dana Evans."

A man standing near the desk said, "The ambassador is expecting you, Miss Evans. Come with me, please."

Dana followed him up some marble stairs into a reception office at the end of a long hallway. As Dana entered, an attractive woman in her early forties smiled and said, "Miss Evans, this is a pleasure. I'm Lee Hopkins, the ambassador's secretary. You may go right in."

Dana walked into the inner office. Ambassador Edward Hardy rose as she approached his desk.

"Good morning, Miss Evans."

"Good morning," Dana said. "Thank you for seeing me."

The ambassador was a tall, florid-looking man with the hearty manner of a politician.

"I'm delighted to meet you. Can I get you anything?"

"No thanks, I'm fine."

"Please have a seat."

Dana sat down.

"I was delighted when Roger Hudson told me to expect your visit. You've come at an interesting time."

"Oh?"

"I hate to say this, but between you and me, I'm afraid this country is in free fall." He sighed. "To be perfectly frank, I have no idea what's going to happen here next, Miss Evans. This is a country with eight hundred years of history, and we're watching it go down the drain. The criminals are running the country."

Dana looked at him curiously. "What do you mean?"

The ambassador leaned back in his chair. "The law here says that no member of the Duma - that's the lower parliament - can be prosecuted for any crime. The result is that the Duma is filled with men who are wanted for all kinds of felonies - gangsters who have served time in prison, and criminals who are in the process of committing crimes. None of them can be touched."

"That's incredible," Dana said.

"Yes. The Russian people are wonderful, but their government.... Well, what can I do for you, MissEvans?"

"I wanted to ask you about Taylor Winthrop. I'm doing a story about the family."

Ambassador Hardy shook his head in sorrow. "It's like a Greek tragedy, isn't it?"

"Yes."That phrase again.

Ambassador Hardy looked at Dana curiously. "The world has heard that story over and over. I wouldn't think there's much more to say about it."

Dana said carefully, "I want to tell it from a personal angle. I want to know what Taylor Winthrop was really like, what kind of man he was, who his friends were here, if he had any enemies..."

"Enemies?" He looked surprised. "No. Everyone loved Taylor. He was probably the best ambassador we ever had here."

"Did you work with him?"

"Yes. I was his deputy chief of mission for a year."

"Ambassador Hardy, do you know if Taylor Winthrop was working on anything where - " She stopped, not sure how to phrase it. " - all the pieces had to come together?"

Ambassador Hardy frowned. "You mean some kind of business deal or government deal?"

"I'm not sure what I mean," Dana confessed.

Ambassador Hardy thought for a moment. "I'm not, either. No, I have no idea what that could be."

Dana said, "Some of the people who are working here in the embassy now - did they work with him?"

"Oh, yes. As a matter of fact, my secretary, Lee, was Taylor's secretary."

"Would you mind if I talked to her?"

"Not at all. In fact, I'll give you a list of some of the people here who might be helpful."

"That would be wonderful. Thank you."

He rose. "Be careful while you're here, Miss Evans. There's a lot of crime on the streets."

"So I've heard."

"Don't drink the tap water. Not even the Russians drink it. Oh, and when you eat out, always specifychisti stol  - that means a clean table - or you'll find your table loaded with expensive appetizers that you don't want. If you're going shopping, the Arbat is the best place. The shops there have everything. And be careful of the taxis here. Take the older, shabbier ones. The con artists mostly drive new ones."