ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?
SIDNEY SHELDON
FOR ATANAS AND VERA
WITH LOVE
My special thanks go to my assistant,
Mary Langford,
whose contribution was invaluable.
Contents:
PROLOGUE
Sonja Verbrugge had no idea that this was going…
CHAPTER 1
In Downtown Manhattan, in courtroom…
CHAPTER 2
It was dawn before Diane could stop trembling.
CHAPTER 3
The Polizeikommandant, Otto Schiffer, two…
CHAPTER 4
I’m afraid I have some bad news…killed last…
CHAPTER 5
At Orly, a limousine was waiting to take them to…
CHAPTER 6
Kelly Harris was a roman candle that had exploded…
CHAPTER 7
At four o’clock in the morning, Kelly was…
CHAPTER 8
When Kelly turned ten, Ethel put her to…
CHAPTER 9
The sound of the plane buzzing low overhead…
CHAPTER 10
To Kelly, everything was happening at a…
CHAPTER 11
At Reuilly Police Headquarters on Hénard…
CHAPTER 12
From the moment people heard of Mark’s…
CHAPTER 13
When Mark arrived on Saturday night, he…
CHAPTER 14
Tanner Kingsley was reading the headline of…
CHAPTER 15
The World Headquarters of Kingsley International…
CHAPTER 16
Tanner could not stop brooding about the…
CHAPTER 17
Andrew was in his office, looking at a colorful…
CHAPTER 18
The following day Tanner was sitting quietly…
CHAPTER 19
The words kept echoing through Diane Stevens’s…
CHAPTER 20
In the coffee shop across the street from KIG…
CHAPTER 21
When Kelly returned to her hotel room,…
CHAPTER 22
Kelly alighted from a taxi in front of Diane’s…
CHAPTER 23
Harry Flint will take good care of the women,…
CHAPTER 24
The Mandarin Hotel was a seedy, two-story…
CHAPTER 25
All the morning newspapers were filled with…
CHAPTER 26
Harry Flint walked up to the reception desk…
CHAPTER 27
When Diane awakened in the morning, Kelly…
CHAPTER 28
Kelly was staring at Diane, dumbfounded.
CHAPTER 29
Kathy Ordonez walked into Tanner Kingsley’s…
CHAPTER 30
As Diane walked through the Delmont Hotel…
CHAPTER 31
Kelly and Diane awakened at the same time.
CHAPTER 32
The memorial service was being held in KIG…
CHAPTER 33
Do you have a passport?” Diane asked.
CHAPTER 34
On Lexington Avenue, Diane hailed a cab.
CHAPTER 35
Diane and Kelly were at Barajas, the Madrid airport.
CHAPTER 36
When Diane arrived in Berlin at the Tempelhof…
CHAPTER 37
As Kelly approached the door of Sam Meadows’s…
CHAPTER 38
Rockendorf’s is one of the outstanding restaurants…
CHAPTER 39
The sound of her cell phone startled her. She…
CHAPTER 40
Kelly and Diane made their way down to the…
CHAPTER 41
There’s a White Lexus following us,” Kelly said.
CHAPTER 42
Flint asked, “What do you want me to do with…
CHAPTER 43
Kelly was the first to open her eyes. She was lying…
CHAPTER 44
As they drove into White Plains, twenty-five…
CHAPTER 45
It was a perfect day for flying. KIG’s 757 was speeding…
CHAPTER 46
Kelly and Diane were finishing getting dressed…
AFTERWORD
The old Adage that everyone talks about the…
Prologue
Berlin, Germany
SONJA VERBRUGGE HAD no idea that this was going to be her last day on earth. She was pushing her way through the sea of summer tourists overflowing the busy sidewalks of Unter den Linden. Don’t panic, she told herself. You must keep calm.
The instant message on her computer from Franz had been terrifying. Run, Sonja! Go to the Artemisia Hotel. You will be safe there. Wait until you hear from—
The message had ended suddenly. Why had Franz not finished it? What could be happening? The night before, she had heard her husband saying to someone on the telephone that Prima must be stopped at all costs. Who was Prima?
Frau Verbrugge was nearing Brandenburgische Strasse, where the Artemisia was located, the hotel that catered to women only. I will wait for Franz there and he will explain to me what this is all about.
WHEN SONJA VERBRUGGE reached the next corner, the traffic light had turned to red, and as she stopped at the curb, someone in the crowd bumped against her and she stumbled into the street. Verdammt touristen! A limousine that had been double-parked suddenly moved toward her, grazing her just hard enough to knock her down. People began to gather around her.
“Is she all right?”
“Ist ihr etwas passiert?”
“Peut-elle marcher?”
At that moment, a passing ambulance stopped. Two attendants from the ambulance hurried over and took charge. “We will take care of her.”
Sonja Verbrugge found herself being lifted into the ambulance. The door closed, and a moment later, the vehicle sped away.
She was strapped onto a gurney, trying to sit up. “I am fine,” she protested. “It was nothing. I—”
One of the attendants was leaning over her. “It is all right, Frau Verbrugge. Just relax.”
She looked up at him, suddenly alarmed. “How do you know my—?”
She felt the sharp sting of a hypodermic needle in her arm, and a moment later, she gave herself up to the waiting darkness.
Paris, France
MARK HARRIS WAS alone on the observation deck of the Eiffel Tower, oblivious to the rain swirling around him. From time to time a streak of lightning shattered the raindrops into dazzling diamond waterfalls.
Across the Seine River stood the familiar Palais de Chaillot, and the Trocadero Gardens, but he was unaware of them. His mind was focused on Prima and the astonishing news that was about to be released to the world.
The wind had begun to whip the rain into a frenzied maelstrom. Mark Harris shielded his wrist with his sleeve and looked at his watch. They were late. And why had they insisted on meeting here, at midnight? Even as he was wondering, he heard the tower elevator door open. Two men were moving toward him, fighting against the fierce wet wind.
As Mark Harris recognized them, he felt a sense of relief. “You’re late.”
“It’s this damn weather, Mark. Sorry.”
“Well, you’re here. The meeting in Washington is all set, isn’t it?”
“That’s what we need to talk to you about. As a matter of fact, we had a long discussion this morning about the best way to handle this, and we decided—”
As they were speaking, the second man had moved behind Mark Harris, and two things happened almost simultaneously. A heavy, blunt instrument slammed into his skull, and an instant later he felt himself being lifted and tossed over the parapet into the cold driving rain, his body plunging toward the unforgiving sidewalk thirty-eight stories below.
Denver, Colorado
GARY REYNOLDS HAD grown up in rugged Kelowna, Canada, near Vancouver, and had had his flight training there, so he was accustomed to flying over treacherous mountainous terrain. He was piloting a Cessna Citation II, keeping a wary eye on the snowcapped peaks surrounding him.
The plane was commissioned to carry a cockpit crew of two, but today there was no copilot. Not this trip, Reynolds thought grimly.
He had filed a false flight plan for Kennedy airport. No one would think of looking for him in Denver. He would spend the night at his sister’s home, and in the morning he would be on his way east, to meet the others. All the arrangements for eliminating Prima were complete, and—
A voice on the radio interrupted his thoughts. “Citation One One One Lima Foxtrot, this is the approach control tower at Denver International Airport. Come in, please.”
Gary Reynolds pressed the radio button. “This is Citation One One One Lima Foxtrot. I am requesting clearance to land.”
“One Lima Foxtrot, say your position.”
“One Lima Foxtrot. I am fifteen miles northeast of the Denver airport. Altitude fifteen thousand feet.”
He saw Pike’s Peak looming up on the right side. The sky was bright blue, the weather clear. A good omen.
There was a brief silence. The voice from the tower came through again. “One Lima Foxtrot, you are cleared to land at runway two-six. Repeat, runway two-six.”
“One Lima Foxtrot, roger.”
Without warning, Gary Reynolds felt the plane give a sudden, high bounce. Surprised, he looked out the cockpit window. A strong wind had come up, and within seconds, the Cessna was caught in a violent turbulence that began to toss the plane around. He pulled back the wheel to try to gain altitude. It was useless. He was trapped in a raging vortex. The plane was completely out of control. He slammed down the radio button.
“This is One Lima Foxtrot. I have an emergency.”
“One Lima Foxtrot, what is the nature of your emergency?”
Gary Reynolds was shouting into the microphone. “I’m caught in a wind shear! Extreme turbulence! I’m in the middle of a goddamn hurricane!”
“One Lima Foxtrot, you are only four and a half minutes from the Denver airport and there is no sign of air turbulence on our screens.”
“I don’t give a damn what’s on your screens! I’m telling you—” The pitch of his voice suddenly rose. “Mayday! May—”
In the control tower, they watched in shock as the blip on the radar screen disappeared.