State Of Fear

by Michael Crichton

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  "All of us in the environmental movement," Morton said, "have seen many wonderful victories over the years. We have witnessed the creation of the EPA. We have seen the air and water made cleaner, sewage treatment improved, toxic dumps cleaned up, and we have regulated common poisons like lead for the safety of all. These are real victories, my friends. We take justifiable pride in them. And we know more needs to be done. "

  The audience was relaxing. Morton was moving onto familiar ground.

  "But will the work get done? I am not sure. I know my mood has been dark, since the death of my beloved wife, Dorothy. "

  Evans sat bolt upright in his chair. At the next table, Herb Lowenstein looked shocked, his mouth open. George Morton had no wife. Or rather, he had six ex-wivesnone named Dorothy.

  "Dorothy urged me to spend my money wisely. I always thought I did. Now I am less sure. I said before that we dont know enough. But I fear that today, the watchword of NERF has become, We dont sue enough. "

  You could hear breath sucked in sharply all around the room.

  "NERF is a law firm. I dont know if you realize that. It was started by lawyers and it is run by lawyers. But I now believe money is better spent on research than litigation. And that is why I am withdrawing my funding for NERF, and why I am"

  For the next few moments Morton could not be heard above the excited jabber of the crowd. Everyone was talking loudly. There were scattered boos; some guests got up to leave. Morton continued to talk, seemingly oblivious to the effect he was having. Evans caught a few phrases: " amp;one environmental charity is under FBI investigation amp; complete lack of oversight amp;"

  Ann Garner leaned over and hissed, "Get him off there. "

  "What do you want me to do?" Evans whispered.

  "Go and get him. Hes obviously drunk. "

  "That may be, but I cant"

  "You have to stop this. "

  But on the stage, Drake was already moving forward, saying "All right, thank you, George"

  "Because to tell the truth right now"

  "Thank you, George," Drake said again, moving closer. He was actually pushing against Mortons bulk, trying to shove him away from the podium.

  "Okay, okay," Morton said, clinging to the podium. "I said what I did for Dorothy. My dear dead wife"

  "Thank you, George. " Drake was applauding now, holding his hands up at head height, nodding to the audience to join with him. "Thank you. "

  " amp;who I miss desperately amp;"

  "Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in thanking"

  "Yeah, okay, Im leaving. "

  To muted applause, Morton shambled off the stage. Drake immediately stepped up to the podium and signaled the band. They started into a rousing rendition of Billy Joels "You May Be Right," which someone had told them was Mortons favorite song. It was, but it seemed a poor choice under the circumstances.

  Herb Lowenstein leaned over from the next table and grabbed Evans by the shoulder, pulling him close. "Listen," he whispered fiercely. "Get him out of here. "

  "I will," Evans said. "Dont worry. "

  "Did you know this was going to happen?"

  "No, I swear to God. "

  Lowenstein released Evans just as George Morton returned to the table. The assembled group was stunned. But Morton was singing cheerfully with the music, "You may be right, I may be crazy amp;"

  "Come on, George," Evans said, standing up. "Lets get out of here. "

  Morton ignored him. " amp;But it just may be a loo-natic youre looking for amp;"

  "George? What do you say?" Evans took him by the arm. "Lets go. "

  " amp;Turn out the light, dont try to save me amp;"

  "Im not trying to save you," Evans said.

  "Then how about another damn martini?" Morton said, no longer singing. His eyes were cold, a little resentful. "I think I fucking earned it. "

  "Harry will have one for you in the car," Evans said, steering Morton away from the table. "If you stay here, youll have to wait for it. And you dont want to wait for a drink right now amp;" Evans continued talking, and Morton allowed himself to be led out of the room.

  " amp;too late to fight," he sang, "too late to change me amp;"

  Before they could get out of the room, there was a TV camera with lights shining in their faces, and two reporters shoving small tape recorders in front of Morton. Everybody was yelling questions. Evans put his head down and said, "Excuse us, sorry, coming through, excuse us amp;"

  Morton never stopped singing. They made their way through the hotel lobby. The reporters were running in front of them, trying to get some distance ahead, so they could film them walking forward. Evans gripped Morton firmly by the elbow as Morton sang:

  "I was only having fun, wasnt hurting anyone, and we all enjoyed the weekend for a change amp;"

  "This way," Evans said, heading for the door.

  "I was stranded in the combat zone amp;"

  And then at last they were through the swinging doors, and outside in the night. Morton stopped singing abruptly when the cold air hit him. They waited for his limousine to pull around. Sarah came out, and stood beside Morton. She didnt say anything, she just put her hand on his arm.

  Then the reporters came out, and the lights came on again. And then Drake burst through the doors, saying "God damn it, George"

  He broke off when he saw the cameras. He glared at Morton, turned, and went back inside. The cameras remained on, but the three of them just stood there. It was awkward, just waiting. After what seemed like an eternity, the limousine pulled up. Harry came around, and opened the door for George.

  "Okay, George," Evans said.

  "No, not tonight. "

  "Harrys waiting, George. "

  "I said, not tonight. "

  There was a deep-throated growl in the darkness, and a silver Ferrari convertible pulled up alongside the limousine.

  "My car," Morton said. He started down the stairs, lurching a bit.

  Sarah said, "George, I dont think"

  But he was singing again: "And you told me not to drive, but I made it home alive, so you said that only proves that Im in-sayyy-nnne. "

  One of the reporters muttered, "Hes insane, all right. "

  Evans followed Morton, very concerned. Morton gave the parking attendant a hundred dollar bill, saying "A twenty for you, my good man. " He fumbled with the Ferrari door. "These crummy Italian imports. " Then he got behind the wheel of the convertible, gunned the engine, and smiled. "Ah, a manly sound. "

  Evans leaned over the car. "George, let Harry drive you. Besides," he added, "dont we need to talk about something?"

  "We do not. "

  "But I thought"

  "Kid, get out of my way. " The camera lights were still on them. But Morton moved so that he was in the shadow cast by Evanss body. "You know, the Buddhists have a saying. "

  "What saying?"

  "Remember it, kid. Goes like this: All that matters is not remote from where the Buddha sits. "

  "George, I really think you should not be driving. "

  "Will you remember what I just said to you?"

  "Yes. "

  "Wisdom of the ages. Good-bye, kid. "

  And he accelerated, roaring out of the parking lot as Evans jumped back. The Ferrari squealed around the corner, ignoring a stop sign, and was gone.

  "Peter, come on. "

  Evans turned, and saw Sarah standing by the limousine. Harry was getting in behind the wheel. Evans got in the back seat with Sarah, and they drove off after Morton.

  The Ferrari turned left at the bottom of the hill, disappearing around the corner. Harry accelerated, handling the huge limousine with skill.

  Evans said, "Do you know where hes going?"

  "No idea," she said.

  "Who wrote his speech?"

  "He did. "

  "Really?"

  "He was working in the house all day yesterday, and he wouldnt let me see what he was doing amp;"

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nbsp; "Jesus," Evans said. "Montaigne?"

  "He had a book of quotations out. "

  "Whered he come up with Dorothy?"

  She shook her head. "I have no idea. "

  They passed Golden Gate Park. Traffic was light; the Ferrari was moving fast, weaving among the cars. Ahead was the Golden Gate Bridge, brightly lit in the night. Morton accelerated. The Ferrari was going almost ninety miles an hour.

  "Hes going to Marin," Sarah said.

  Evanss cell phone rang. It was Drake. "Will you tell me what the hell that was all about?"

  "Im sorry, Nick. I dont know. "

  "Was he serious? About withdrawing his support?"

  "I think he was. "

  "Thats unbelievable. Hes obviously suffered a nervous breakdown. "

  "I couldnt say. "

  "I was afraid of this," Drake said. "I was afraid something like this might happen. You remember, on the plane coming back from Iceland? I said it to you, and you told me I shouldnt worry. Is that your opinion now? That I shouldnt worry?"

  "I dont know what youre asking, Nick. "

  "Ann Garner said he signed some papers on the plane. "

  "Thats right. He did. "

  "Are they related to this sudden and inexplicable withdrawal of support for the organization that he loved and cherished?"

  "He seems to have changed his mind about that," Evans said.

  "And why didnt you tell me?"

  "He instructed me not to. "

  "Fuck you, Evans. "

  "Im sorry," Evans said.

  "Not as sorry as you will be. "

  The phone went dead. Drake had hung up. Evans flipped the phone shut.

  Sarah said, "Drake is mad?"

  "Furious. "

  Off the bridge, Morton headed west, away from the lights of the freeway, onto a dark road skirting the cliffs. He was driving faster than ever.

  Evans said to Harry, "Do you know where we are?"

  "I believe were in a state park. "

  Harry was trying to keep up, but on this narrow, twisting road, the limousine was no match for the Ferrari. It moved farther and farther ahead. Soon they could see only the taillights, disappearing around curves a quarter mile ahead.

  "Were going to lose him," Evans said.

  "I doubt it, sir. "

  But the limousine fell steadily behind. After Harry took one turn too fastthe big rear end lost traction and swung wide toward a cliffs edgethey were obliged to slow down even more. They were in a desolate area now. The night was dark and the cliffs deserted. A rising moon put a streak of silver on the black water far below.

  Up ahead, they no longer saw any taillights. It seemed they were alone on the dark road.

  They came around a curve, and saw the next curve a hundred yards aheadobscured by billowing gray smoke.

  "Oh no," Sarah said, putting her hand to her mouth.

  The Ferrari had spun out, struck a tree, and flipped over. It now lay upside down, a crumpled and smoking mass. It had very nearly gone off the cliff itself. The nose of the car was hanging over the edge.

  Evans and Sarah ran forward. Evans got down on his hands and knees and crawled along the cliffs edge, trying to see into the drivers compartment. It was hard to see much of anythingthe front windshield was flattened, and the Ferrari lay almost flush to the pavement. Harry came over with a flashlight, and Evans used it to peer inside.

  The compartment was empty. Mortons black bow tie was dangling from the doorknob, but otherwise he was gone.

  "He must have been thrown. "

  Evans shone the light down the cliff. It was crumbling yellow rock, descending steeply for eighty feet to the ocean below. He saw no sign of Morton.

  Sarah was crying softly. Harry had gone back to get a fire extinguisher from the limousine. Evans swung his light back and forth over the rock face. He did not see Georges body. In fact, he did not see any sign of George at all. No disturbance, no path, no bits of clothing. Nothing.

  Behind him he heard the whoosh of the fire extinguisher. He crawled away from the cliffs edge.

  "Did you see him, sir?" Harry said, his face full of pain.

  "No. I didnt see anything. "

  "Perhaps amp;over there. " Harry pointed toward the tree. And he was right; if Morton had been thrown from the car by the initial impact, he might be twenty yards back, on the road.

  Evans walked back, and shone his flashlight down the cliff again. The battery was running down, the beam was weakening. But almost immediately, he saw a glint of light off a mans patent leather slipper, wedged among the rocks at the edge of the water.

  He sat down in the road and put his head in his hands. And cried.

  Chapter 22

  POINT MOODY

  TUESDAY, OCTOBER 5

  3:10 A. M.

  By the time the police were finished talking with them, and a rescue team had rappelled down the cliff to recover the shoe, it was three oclock in the morning. They found no other sign of the body, and the cops, talking among themselves, agreed that the prevailing currents would probably carry the body up the coast to Pismo Beach. "Well find him," one said, "in about a week or so. Or at least, whats left by the great whites. "

  Now the wreck was being cleared away, and loaded onto a flatbed truck. Evans wanted to leave, but the highway patrolman who had taken Evanss statement kept coming back to ask for more details. He was a kid, in his early twenties. It seemed he had not filled out many of these forms before.

  The first time he came back to Evans, he said, "How soon after the accident would you say you arrived on the scene?"

  Evans said, "Im not sure. The Ferrari was about half a mile ahead of us, maybe more. We were probably going forty miles an hour, so amp;maybe a minute later?"

  The kid looked alarmed. "You were going forty in that limo? On this road?"

  "Well. Dont hold me to it. "

  Then he came back and said, "You said you were the first on the scene. You told me you crawled around at the edge of the road?"