Free The Sky Is Falling by Sidney Sheldon Page A

this. Dana thought,
Joan Sinisi and the penthouse don’t fit together at all. How could she afford to live here? What kind of settlement had Taylor Winthrop made? And what had the lawsuit been about
?
    “…and I never miss your broadcasts,” Joan Sinisi was saying softly. “I think you’re wonderful.”
    “Thank you.”
    “I remember when you were broadcasting from Sarajevo with all those terrible bombs and guns going off. I was always afraid something was going to happen to you.”
    “To be honest, so was I.”
    “It must have been a horrible experience.”
    “Yes, in one way it was.”
    Greta came in with a tray of tea and cakes. She set it on the table in front of the two women.
    “I’ll pour,” Joan Sinisi said.
    Dana watched as she poured the tea.
    “Would you like a cake?”
    “No, thanks.”
    Joan Sinisi handed Dana a cup of tea, then poured a cup for herself. “As I said, I’m really delighted to meet you, but I — I can’t imagine what you want to talk to me about.”
    “I wanted to talk to you about Taylor Winthrop.”
    Joan Sinisi gave a start and some of the tea spilled on her lap. Her face had gone white.
    “Are you all right?”
    “Yes, I’m — I’m fine.” She dabbed at her skirt with a napkin. “I — I didn’t know that you wanted…” Her voice trailed off.
    The atmosphere had suddenly changed. Dana said, “You were Taylor Winthrop’s secretary, weren’t you?”
    Joan Sinisi said carefully, “Yes. But I left Mr. Winthrop’s employ a year ago. I’m afraid I can’t help you.” The woman was almost trembling.
    Dana said soothingly, “I’ve heard such good things about Taylor Winthrop. I just wondered if you could add to them?”
    Joan Sinisi looked relieved. “Oh, yes, of course I can. Mr. Winthrop was a great man.”
    “How long did you work for him?”
    “Almost three years.”
    Dana smiled. “It must have been a wonderful experience.”
    “Yes, yes, it was, Miss Evans.” She sounded much more relaxed.
    “But you brought a lawsuit against him.”
    The fear was back in Joan Sinisi’s eyes. “No — I mean yes. But it was a mistake, you see. I made a mistake.”
    “What kind of mistake?”
    Joan Sinisi swallowed. “I — I misunderstood something Mr. Winthrop said to someone. I behaved very foolishly. I’m ashamed of myself.”
    “You sued, but you didn’t take him to court?”
    “No. He — we settled the lawsuit. It was nothing.”
    Dana glanced around the penthouse. “I see. Can you tell me what the settlement was?”
    “No, I’m afraid I can’t,” Joan Sinisi said. “It’s all very confidential.”
    Dana wondered what it could have been that made this timid woman bring a lawsuit against a titan like Taylor Winthrop and why she was terrified to talk about it. What was she afraid of?
    There was a long silence. Joan Sinisi was watching Dana, and Dana had the feeling that she wanted to say something.
    “Miss Sinisi—”
    Joan Sinisi rose. “I’m sorry I can’t be more — if there’s nothing else, Miss Evans…”
    “I understand,” Dana said.
    I wish I did.
     
     
    He put the tape into the machine and pressed the start button.
I — I misunderstood something Mr. Winthrop said to someone. I behaved very foolishly. I’m ashamed of myself.
You sued, but you didn’t take him to court?
No. He — we settled the lawsuit. It was nothing.
I see. Can you tell me what the settlement was?
No, I’m afraid I can’t. It’s all very confidential.
Miss Sinisi —
I’m sorry I can’t be more — if there’s nothing else, Miss Evans…
I understand.
    Tape ends.
    It had begun.
     
     
    Dana had made arrangements for a real estate broker to show her apartments, but it was a wasted morning. Dana and the broker covered Georgetown, Dupont Circle, and the Adams-Morgan district. The apartments were too small, or too large, or too expensive. By noon, Dana was ready to give up.
    “Don’t worry,” the real estate agent said reassuringly. “We’ll find