Invasion (19 page)

“I have access to an apartment,” Pitt said.

“Really?” Cassy asked.

“It’s over near Costa’s,” Pitt said. “The owner is a second cousin or something like that. He teaches in the chemistry department but is on a semester sabbatical in France. I go in to feed his fish and water his plants. He’d invited me to stay, but it was too much trouble to move at the time.”

“You don’t think he’d mind if I stayed there?” Cassy asked.

“Nope,” Pitt said. “It’s a big place. Three bedrooms. I’d stay too if you wanted.”

“Do you think I’m overreacting?” Cassy asked.

“Not at all,” Pitt said. “After his little demonstration at basketball I’m a bit leery of him myself.”

“God! I can’t believe we’re talking this way about Beau,” Cassy said with emotion.

Instinctively Pitt reached out and put his arms around Cassy. Just as instinctively she did the same. They clung to each other, momentarily oblivious to the other shoppers who swirled about them. After several moments Cassy glanced up into Pitt’s dark eyes. Both felt a fleeting sense of what might have been. Then, suddenly embarrassed, they released each other and quickly went back to selecting tomatoes.

With their groceries purchased, including a bottle of dry Italian wine, they headed back to the car. The route took them through the flea market section. Pitt suddenly stopped in front of one of the stalls.

“Holy crap!” he exclaimed.

“What?” Cassy demanded. She was ready to flee. As keyed up as she was she expected the worst.

“Look!” Pitt said, pointing toward the stall’s display.

Cassy’s eyes swept over a bewildering collection of junk that a sign proclaimed to be antiques. There were mostly small items like ashtrays and ceramic animals, but there were a few larger things like plaster garden statues and bedside lamps. There were also several glass boxes of old, cheap costume jewelry.

“What am I supposed to be noticing?” Cassy asked impatiently.

“On the top of the shelf,” Pitt said. “In between the beer mug and the pair of bookends.”

They moved over to the stall. Cassy now saw what had caught Pitt’s eye. “Isn’t that interesting,” she commented. Lined up in a perfect row were six of the black disc objects like the one Beau had found in the parking lot of Costa’s Diner.

Cassy reached out to pick one up, but Pitt grabbed her hand. “Don’t touch it!” he said.

“I wasn’t going to hurt it,” Cassy said. “I just wanted to see how heavy it was.”

“I was worried about it hurting you!” Pitt said. “Not vice versa. Beau’s stung him somehow. Or at least Beau thought so. What a coincidence seeing these things. I’d forgotten all about Beau’s.” He bent over and examined one of the discs more closely. He remembered that he and Beau had not been able to decide its composition.

“I saw the one Beau found just last night,” Cassy said. “It was sitting in front of his computer when he was downloading a bunch of data from the Internet.”

Pitt tried to get the attention of the owner to inquire about the discs, but he was busy with another customer.

While they were eyeing the discs and waiting for the stall keeper to be free, a heavyset man and woman pushed ahead of them.

“Here’s some more of those black stones that Gertrude was talking about last night,” the woman said.

The man grunted.

“Gertrude said she found four of them in her back yard,” the woman said. She then added with a laugh: “She thought they might be valuable until she found out that people had been finding them all over.”

The woman picked one of them up. “Wow, it’s heavy,” she said. She closed her fingers around it. “And it feels cold.”

She was about to hand it to her friend when she cried, “Ahhh!” and irritably tossed it back onto the shelf. Unfortunately it skidded off and dropped less than a foot into the bowl of an ashtray. The ashtray shattered into a million pieces.

The sound of the breaking glass brought over the proprietor. Seeing what had happened, he demanded payment for the lost ashtray.

“I ain’t paying nothing,” the woman said indignantly. “That little black thingamajig cut my finger.” Defiantly she held up her wounded middle finger. The gesture incensed the owner who mistook its motivation as obscene.

While the woman and the owner argued, Pitt and Cassy looked at each other for confirmation about what they’d seen in the gathering gloom. When the woman had held up her finger it had appeared to have a faint blue iridescence!

“What could have caused it?” Cassy whispered.

“You’re asking me?” Pitt questioned. “I’m not even sure it happened. It was only for an instant.”

“But we both saw it,” Cassy said.

It took another twenty minutes for the owner and the woman to come to an agreement. After the woman and her friend had left, Pitt asked the owner about the black discs.

“What do you want to know?” the man said morosely. He’d only gotten half the value of the ashtray.

“Do you know what they are?” Cassy asked.

“I haven’t the slightest idea.”

“How much do you sell them for?”

“In the beginning I got as much as ten dollars,” the man said. “But that was a day or so ago. Now they’re coming out of the woodwork, and the market’s been flooded. But I’ll tell you what. These happen to be exceptional quality. I’ll sell you all six for ten dollars.”

“Have any of these discs injured anyone else?” Pitt asked.

“Well, one of them stung me too,” he said. He shrugged. “But it was nothing: just a pinprick. Yet I couldn’t figure out how it happened.” He picked up one of the discs. “I mean they’re as smooth as a baby’s bottom.”

Pitt took Cassy’s arm and began to lead her away. The man called after them. “Hey, how about eight dollars.”

Pitt ignored him. Instead he told Cassy about the little girl in the ER who had been scolded by her mother for saying that a black rock had bitten her.

“Do you think it had been one of those discs?” Cassy asked.

“That’s what I’m wondering,” Pitt said. “Because she had the flu. That’s why she was in the ER.”

“Are you suggesting the black disc had something to do with her getting the flu?”

“I know it sounds crazy,” Pitt said. “But that was the sequence with Beau. He got stung, then hours later he got sick.”

9:15
A.M.

“WHEN DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THIS RANDY NITE NEWS
conference?” Cassy asked.

“This morning when I was watching the
Today
show,” Pitt said. “The news anchor said NBC was going to be carrying it live.”

“And they mentioned Beau’s name?”

“That was the astounding thing,” Pitt said. “I mean, he only went out there for an interview, and now he’s part of a news conference. That’s big-time weird.”

Cassy and Pitt were in the doctors’ lounge in the ER watching a thirteen-inch TV. Sheila Miller had called Pitt early and told him to be there and to bring Cassy. The room was called the doctors’ lounge but was used by all the ER personnel for moments of relaxation and for those who brought paper bag lunches.

“What are we here for?” Cassy asked. “I hate to miss class.”

“She didn’t say,” Pitt said, “but my guess is that she’s gone over Dr. Halprin’s head somehow and wants us to talk with whomever she’s contacted.”

“Are we going to mention about last evening?” Cassy asked.

Pitt held up his hand to quiet Cassy. The TV anchor was announcing that Randy Nite had entered the room. A moment later Randy’s familiar boyish face filled the screen.

Before he began speaking, he turned to the side and coughed. Returning to the microphones he apologized in advance for his voice and said: “I’m just getting over a bout of the flu, so bear with me.”

“Uh oh,” Pitt said. “He’s had it too.”

“Now then,” Randy said. “Good morning, everyone. For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Randy Nite, and I’m a software salesman.”

Discreet laughter could be heard from the onscreen audience. While Randy paused the anchor complimented Randy’s humorous modesty; he was one of the world’s richest men, and there were few people in the industrialized nations who didn’t know of Randy Nite.

“I have called a news conference today to announce that I am starting a new venture…truly the most exciting, most important undertaking of my life.”

An excited murmur erupted from the TV audience. They had expected big news, and it sounded as if they weren’t to be disappointed.

“This new venture,” Randy continued, “will be called the Institute for a New Beginning, and it will be backed by all the combined resources of Cipher Software. To describe this bold new venture, I would like to introduce a young man of tremendous vision. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my new personal assistant, Mr. Beau Stark.”

Cassy and Pitt glanced at each other with mouths agape. “I don’t believe this,” Cassy said.

Beau bounded onto the speaker’s platform amid applause. He was dressed in a designer suit with his dark hair slicked back from his forehead. He exuded a politician’s confidence.

“Thank you all for coming,” Beau boomed with a charming smile. His blue eyes sparkled like sapphires in the midst of his tanned face. “The Institute for a New Beginning is aptly named. We will be seeking the best and the brightest in the fields of science, medicine, engineering, and architecture. Our aim will be to reverse the negative trends that our planet has been experiencing. We can end pollution! We can end social and political strife! We can create a world suitable for a new humankind! We can and we will!”

The reporters present at the news conference erupted in a frenzy of questions. Beau held out his hands to quiet them.

“We will not be entertaining questions today. The purpose of this meeting was merely to make the announcement. One week from today we will hold another news conference in which our agenda will be spelled out in detail. Thank you all for coming.”

Despite questions shouted from the news media, Beau stepped from the speakers’ platform, embraced Randy Nite, and then the two of them, arm in arm, disappeared from view.

The announcer then tried to fill the gap caused by the precipitous end to the news conference. He began speculating on exactly what the specific goals of the new institute would be and what Randy Nite meant when he said that the venture would be backed by all the combined resources of Cipher Software. He pointed out that those resources were substantial, more than the GNP of many countries.

“My God! Pitt,” Cassy said. “What’s going on with Beau?”

“My guess is that his interview went okay,” Pitt said, trying to be funny.

“This isn’t a laughing matter,” Cassy said. “I’m getting more and more scared. What are we going to tell Dr. Miller?”

“For the moment I think we’ve told her enough,” Pitt said.

“Come on!” Cassy complained. “We have to tell her about what we saw last night and about the little black discs. We have to…”

“Cassy, hold on,” Pitt said, taking her by the shoulders. “Think for a second how this is going to sound to her. She’s our one chance to get someone important to take notice of what’s going on. I don’t think we should push it.”

“But all she knows right now is that there’s this strange flu,” Cassy said.

“That’s exactly my point,” Pitt said. “We’ve got her attention about the flu and that it seems to cause personality changes. I’m worried if we start talking about far-out stuff like the flu being spread by tiny black discs, or even worse, seeing a fleeting blue light in someone’s finger after it had been stung by a black disc, they’ll not listen to us. She already threatened to send us to psychiatry.”

“But we saw the blue light,” Cassy said.

“We think we saw it,” Pitt said. “Look, we have to get people involved first. Once they’ve investigated this flu and know something strange is going on, then we tell them everything.”

The door opened and Sheila stuck in her head. “The man I want you two to talk with just arrived,” she said. “But he was hungry, and I sent him down to the cafeteria. Let’s move into my office so that we’ll be prepared for him when he gets back.”

Cassy and Pitt got to their feet and followed Sheila.

“ALL RIGHT, YOU TWO,” NANCY SELLERS SAID TO JONATHAN
and Candee. “I want you to wait here in the van while I go in and talk to Candee’s mom. Sound reasonable?”