Presumption of Guilt (36 page)

She felt her dad pulling her away. “In the building, Deni! Now! Let's go!”

Before she could get her feet to move, the plane exploded, flames bustling around it like a parachute that had finally caught wind. The blast of rippling heat knocked her off her feet, and before she could scramble up her dad was over her, sheltering her with his body.

“Stay down, honey!”

She struggled to see through the shield of his arms. The fire conquered the broken fuselage, swallowing it whole. She imagined the people inside that plane, crawling over each other in a desperate effort to escape, slowly perishing in the murderous heat. Panic shot through her.

Her father got up and pulled her to her feet. “Come on, we're going inside!”

“But the people! Dad, the people—” She looked back, feeling the heat on her face.

“Now
, Deni!”

“They're burning,” she screamed. “Somebody has to get them out!”

“They're trying.” His voice broke as he grabbed up her suitcase. “There's nothing we can do.”

She stared toward the wreckage. The crowd of employees who ran to give aid stood helpless, unable to get close. Her father put his arm around her and moved her toward the building. They ran up the steps to their arriving gate.

They were greeted by darkness.

They hurried through the terminal to a window that provided some light. A crowd of people clustered around it, watching the plane burn.

Doug headed for two Delta clerks who stood talking with intense urgency. “Where are the fire trucks? Has anybody called them?”

“The phones aren't working. Everything's out.”

He grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket, and Deni watched him try to dial 911. But the readout was blank. He shook his head. “It's dead. My battery must have lost its charge. Try yours, Deni.”

She dug her phone out of her purse and hit the
on
button. Hers was dead too. Had both their batteries died on the plane?

She looked back out the window. The plane continued to burn . . .engulfed in a conflagration that wouldn't be quenched. Helpless airport employees stood back, looking around for help. Someone had pulled out a fire extinguisher and was shooting white foam, but it was like squirting a water pistol at a towering inferno.

Deni thought of herself and her dad sitting among all those passengers just moments ago. It could have been
them
out there, trapped in a burning metal coffin.

She gritted her teeth and pounded her fists on the window. “Where are the stupid fire trucks?”

“I don't know.” Doug's whisper was helpless, horrified.

She watched the chaos on the tarmac as employees ran in different directions looking confused and defeated, shouting and gesturing wildly for help. Some started pointing up to the sky . . .

“Another plane!” someone next to her shouted.

She followed their gaze to another airliner coming in. The people standing near Deni began to scream as that plane dropped too fast, too steep.

She couldn't watch as it hit the ground, but she heard the deafening sound of another crash, felt the impact shake the building. Screams crescendoed . . .

Shivering, Deni looked up. The plane was spinning and tumbling across the grass separating the runways.

“Daddy!” She looked up at him, saw the tears on his face, the horror in his eyes. She followed his gaze to the sky. Was something shooting the planes down? Were there more to come? Deni slipped her hand into his and felt his trembling. For the first time in her life, she was aware of her father's fear. And though his strong, protective grip held her tight, she knew everything had changed.

Chapter 2

D
oug Branning's mind raced to understand—planes falling out of the sky, crashing, burning, people dying . . .

There was a power outage, but that wouldn't have caused planes to crash. Maybe there was some kind of battle going on in the air that they couldn't see. If someone was shooting the planes down, maybe they'd also knocked out the power on the ground. Was it some kind of terrorist attack?

In all his uncertainty, he knew one thing. He had to get his daughter to safety. The airport felt like a target for whatever evil hovered above them. He put his arm around Deni and pulled her from the window. He hoped she couldn't feel his trembling. “Come on, Deni, we're getting out of here.”

For once in her life she was compliant as he pulled her up the long, dark hall, past the empty gates. Several Delta ground clerks came running past them.

“Excuse me,” he called out. “Can anyone tell me what's going on?”

“Power's out,” one of them called back. “Nothing's working.”

“Did the planes crash because the tower's electricity is down?”

“May have. We can't say for sure.”

Doug frowned. That didn't make sense. Didn't pilots have emergency procedures for situations like this? Couldn't they land the planes without an air traffic controller talking them through it?

He walked Deni past another window and saw the ball of fire, still burning. The other plane hadn't caught fire, and men rushed toward it, fighting to get the door open. Still no fire trucks had come.

“Dad, what's going on? What would make two planes crash?”

He shook his head. “No power outage, that's for sure. One of the planes must have hit a power line.”

“No, the power shut down
before
the crashes. That's why things went quiet. I heard our plane's engine power off at the same time everything else stopped. The luggage belt, the maintenance cars . . .”

Dozens of people were at the second plane now, but they couldn't seem to get inside. He bit his bottom lip. The passengers had all probably died in the impact. How could anyone have survived? He didn't want Deni to see them pulling the bodies out.

“Let's go to the car.” Still carrying Deni's suitcase, he headed to the exit. “Maybe we can get a signal on our phones after we leave the airport and call your mother. She's probably heard about it on the news and can tell us what's happening.”

Deni followed him at a trot, hiccupping sobs. He reached the front door, but it didn't open.

“Power's out, Dad.” She wiped her nose.

He turned and found a manual door. As they pushed through it, he was struck with the silence in the street. No cars moved through, and the security guards were probably helping the rescue effort. Doug and Deni hurried across the street into the big parking garage. They'd parked on the fourth level, so they found the stairs and trudged up.

Doug was soaked with sweat by the time they reached their level and made their way to his new Mercedes. He used the remote on his key chain to pop the lock on the trunk, but when he got to the car, the trunk was still closed. He pressed the button again, but it still didn't open. Frustrated, he jabbed the key into the lock, and opened it. He threw their two bags in, slammed the trunk, then tried to open his driver's door. It hadn't come unlocked with the trunk, so he manually unlocked it and got in, punching the power locks button to open Deni's door.

But Deni just stood there, knocking on the passenger window.

He frowned at the door lock. The power locks weren't working—how could
that
be? The power outage couldn't extend to his car, could it? He leaned across the leather seat and opened the passenger door.

As Deni got in, he put the key into the ignition and turned it . . . but nothing happened.

Deni just looked at him. “The car's dead too? Dad, this is like the
Twilight Zone
. What could cause this?”

“Got me.”

Doug looked around. Usually cars circled everywhere, looking for a parking spot. But not today. He got out and walked to the edge of the garage, looked over to the roads that took them out of the place. There were a few cars lined up at the pay booth, but they weren't moving. No cars ran on the streets leading to the interstate, though several seemed stalled in the middle of the road. People stood outside their vehicles, opening the hoods . . .

Doug went back to his car and tried turning the key again, to no avail. He tested the radio. Still nothing.

Deni found a Kleenex and blew her nose. “This is just great! Are we going to have to stay in this creepy place with planes crashing all around us? I want to go home.”

“I don't believe this.” He turned to the backseat and saw a Walkman one of the kids had left there. He grabbed it, shoved the headphones on, and tried to get a station.

All he got was silence.

“Nothing?” Deni asked.

“Nothing.”

“Maybe it's all the metal in the garage blocking the radio waves.”

He got back out of the car, walked to the edge of the garage, and tried the Walkman again. Still nothing.

Slowly, he took the headphones off as the stark realization took hold of him. Everything was dead. Electricity, phones, cars, radio waves . . . even planes in mid-flight.

As he got back into his useless car, Doug Branning felt the world spinning out of control.

And he was powerless to stop it.

Chapter 3

O
h, no! Tell me this isn't happening.” A brand new car wasn't supposed to die in rush hour traffic. But one minute Kay Branning was sitting in line at the red light, cranking up the air conditioner so her kids would stop complaining, and the next the engine had cut off and stubbornly refused to start.

Panicked, she turned the key, but nothing happened. Soon the light would change, and people lined up for miles behind her would start honking their horns if she didn't get out of the way.

“Come on, Mom!” Jeff, her sixteen-year-old jock who'd just pitched a no-hitter, banged on the dashboard. “I've got a date tonight and I have to get a shower!”

“Calm down.” Kay tried to think. Maybe the air conditioner and radio were putting too much strain on the battery. She cut them all off.

The car still wouldn't start.

“I didn't even want to come to this stupid game,” Beth, her twelve-year-old cried. “Dad and Deni are going to be home before we are. Why did you even make me come?”

Kay ground her teeth. “Because it's your brother's game, and we support each other in this family!”

“Don't do me any favors,” Jeff said. “I didn't need you there, pouting like a four-year-old.”

“Why don't you shut up?” Beth snapped.

“Mom, I told you to buy the Tahoe,” Jeff went on, unscathed. “But no, you had to have the Expedition.”

“I'm dying of thirst.” This whimper came from the backseat, as Kay's nine-year-old stood up and leaned over the seat in front of him. “It's hot.Can't you turn the air conditioner on?”

“No, Logan, I can't.”

“The car's dead, idiot,” Beth said. “As in, no power.” As she spoke, the twelve-year-old grabbed the Game Boy that he'd laid on the seat.

“Give that back!” he shouted. “Mom!”

Kay gave up trying to start the car. She popped the hood and opened her door to get out.

“What are you doing?” Jeff asked.

“Looking under the hood.”

He started to laugh. “For what? Do you even know what you're looking for?”

“No, but if you do, why don't you get out and help me?”

“That's right, genius,” Beth snapped. “Go help her.”

Kay looked at the line behind her, hoping they'd be patient with her. Maybe someone who knew cars would come to her aid.

But no one was focused on her. Others were getting out of their own cars, popping their own hoods. An eerie silence hovered over them—no engines running, no horns beeping, no radios playing. Just the sound of the hot breeze sweeping across the road.

And she smelled something burning, but there was no sign of a fire or smoke anywhere.

“What is this?” Kay whispered.

Jeff got out and looked around, his eyes as big as quarters. “Way cool. They're all dead. Everybody's car died at the same time.”

Beth got out of the car, and Logan climbed up to the front. “Everybody's? Why?”

Kay shook her head. “I have no idea, but I'm calling your father.” She grabbed her cell phone out of the car, flipped it open . . .

But it was dead too. “It's not working, either.”

“What?” Jeff took her phone. “Let me see.”

Kay went to the man standing at the pickup in front of her. He, too, was trying his cell phone.

“Excuse me, do you have any idea what's going on?”

“None,” he said. “The cars are dead, my cell phone doesn't work, my PDA won't come on, even my watch has stopped.”

Kay looked down at her own watch. The second hand was still. “What in the world would knock out our cars and our watches?”

Jeff came around the car. “There's a store at the Exxon station on the next block. Why don't we walk there and see what we can find out?”

Kay turned back to her Expedition. “I can't abandon the car here. I have to move it when it starts again.”

“Then I'll go by myself.”

Kay couldn't explain the feeling of uneasiness weighing on her. “Okay, but be careful.”

“Why?” Jeff chuckled. “Not like I'm gonna get hit by a car.”

“Use the pay phone to call your dad. He and Deni should have landed by now. Maybe he knows something.”

She watched as Jeff trudged off in his baseball uniform and dirty cleats.

“Mom, it's hot!”

“Then get out of the car, Logan.”

“It's hotter out there.”

Kay was already starting to sweat. “What would you like me to do?”

“I don't know.”

“Unless you have a solution, stop whining.” She looked down the street at all the cars stalled in rush hour traffic.
Calm down
,
Kay.
There was a perfectly reasonable explanation for this. Something had happened to cause this, and soon they would know what it was and how to fix it.