had to be another explanation for why Dombrovski had come so often. Tyler thought it was because the scientist knew his lab had been compromised, so he’d needed somewhere to stash his most crucial files. The headstone was the perfect hiding place.
Tyler carefully tilted the compartment open and peered inside. The watertight gasket was still intact, preserving the contents perfectly.
The first item he removed was an ancient unmarked film reel. He gave it to Jess.
“We’ll see if we can find a projector for that in town,” he said.
The other item was a thick file folder containing a raft of yellowed documents.
He smiled when he saw the file’s title and showed it to Jess.
It was labeled
It took some effort, but they finally found a teacher at a local high school willing to loan them a compatible film projector from their store room. After they put the antiquated device in the trunk, Jess drove down a street lined with buildings like the International UFO Museum and the Roswell Space Center while Tyler flipped through Dombrovski’s files. It took only a few minutes to appreciate the significance of their find.
By the time Jess turned into the driveway of the Roswell Regional Hospital, he had enough information about Caelus to understand what Fay had experienced all those years ago.
They parked and carried the projection equipment to the hospital’s third floor. In room 308 they found Fay dozing.
Although she’d received chemotherapy treatment, the cancer had ravaged her over the past month. Despite her weakened condition, she had elected to make the trip to Roswell with Tyler and Jess, her intense need for closure before death evident. But upon arrival at the airport, she’d collapsed and they’d rushed her to the hospital. Jess had wanted to stay with her, but Fay prodded her to go to the cemetery with Tyler to find out if his theory was true.
Tyler set up the projector, and while they waited for Fay to wake up, he walked Jess through the files. An hour later Fay blinked her eyes to see the two of them at her bedside.
“Well?” she said, her voice wavering. “I don’t have much time for suspense.”
“We found it,” Jess said. “Catherine Dombrovski’s headstone. There was a compartment hidden inside.”
“It wasn’t an alien, was it? I know that now. I just want answers, whatever they are.”
Tyler sighed. He didn’t want to disappoint her, but she deserved the truth. “I think you should see this.”
He turned down the lights and flicked on the projector. While the silent film played on the wall opposite Fay’s bed, he narrated what they were watching.
The first shot was of a smiling bald man in a white lab coat. He had his arm around a beautiful white-haired woman.
“Dombrovski and his second wife. They were the scientists who conceived of Project Caelus. Dombrovski was a physicist and Catherine was an aeronautical engineer originally from the Ukraine. Both of them defected from Communist Russia. She died of influenza in 1946.”
In the background was an unsmiling man with round spectacles and crew-cut hair.
“That’s Fyodor Dinovich, their colleague, also from Russia. Dombrovski suspected him of being a Russian spy but could never prove it. Based on Colchev’s statement, I think it’s now confirmed. Dinovich was the reason Dombrovski designed the hiding place for his most critical notes.”
The next shot was a wide view inside a closed hangar. Spotlights focused on a massive silver wing that dwarfed the workers buzzing around it. The sleek aircraft was built from the plans of captured German designs.
“That’s the XB-32, an experimental bomber that was powered by the xenobium. Project Caelus was designed to create an aircraft that could stay aloft — unrefueled — for days, and the flying wing shape was the most efficient platform for it. Dombrovski had high hopes that xenobium could be a safer power source than nuclear energy because it couldn’t be repurposed to create atomic bombs.”
“That’s what I saw,” Fay said weakly. “That’s what crashed on the Foster ranch.
“Notice from the front it looks very much like a disk shape. The design was far ahead of its time. I can see why you would have thought it was a spaceship. The records show that the test flight was to take place on July second, 1947. I think Dinovich intentionally brought the plane down where it happened to crash near you. He must have been killed in the explosion.”
Before Fay could ask her next question, the film cut to Dombrovski in a silver flight suit.
“He wore that for protection while they were airborne. Because of the lead lining, it’s suffused with a liquid coolant to keep him from overheating while on board. If the suit were damaged and leaked, it would look like bright blue blood.”
When he put the suit’s helmet on and locked it in place, Fay gasped. Two softball-sized black lenses covered the eyes, and a narrow slit was slashed across the mouth.
Tyler turned to Fay. “The alien you met — the creature who saved you — was Ivan Dombrovski.”
Tears streamed down Fay’s face.
“Are you disappointed?” he said.
She shook her head. “He knew the xenobium would explode, so he used his last breath to save me. And although I lost my daughter, I now have a beautiful granddaughter because of his actions. I just wish I could thank him.”
“You completed his search. I think he would have been pleased.”
“But a few things still bother me. Why did he speak Russian to me instead of English?”
“The trauma of the crash might have caused him to revert to his native language.”
“He did seem very weak at the end when he gave me the wood engraving. How did he find the engraving in the first place?”
“According to his notes, during his worldwide search for more xenobium, he came upon an antiquities dealer with the wood engraving that he claimed was from Easter Island. The engraving had a tiny speck of xenobium embedded in it, just large enough to suggest that more of it might exist.”
“If Dombrovski went to Easter Island,” Fay said, “why didn’t he take the xenobium from the cave?”
Tyler shrugged. “My radiation meter was eighty years more sophisticated than whatever he had. He probably never realized it was there.”
“And why the big US government conspiracy to cover up the Roswell crash?”
“After the plane exploded and Dombrovski’s office files were destroyed, I’m sure the government didn’t want the word to get out about its prototype in case there was more xenobium to be discovered. The remaining pieces of the plane are probably hidden deep in a cavern under Area 51.”
The film ended, the strip flapping in the reel. Tyler switched it off and turned on the lights.
Fay smiled at Tyler. “What a great adventure you’ve given me. Thank you.”
Tyler took her hand. He was going to tell her more, but she dozed off again.
He collected the film and files and went into the hall with Jess.
“What are you going to do with those?” she asked.
“I haven’t decided yet. I may just hang onto them for a while. No sense in spoiling everyone’s fun. Let them keep thinking it was a UFO.”
“How illogical of you.”
Tyler gave her a light but tender kiss. This was where they parted ways. She’d made her decision.
“If it doesn’t work out with what’s-his-name,” Tyler said, “you know where I am.”
“I love you, Tyler. I always will.”
“You know I will, too. Give my best to Fay.”
“Sure. I just wish we didn’t have to dash her beliefs like that. She put on a brave face, but I know it must have been heartbreaking for her, especially because she’s not going to write her book about Roswell. Even if she had time to finish it, she wouldn’t want to get you in trouble for revealing classified information.”
Tyler nodded his thanks. “She fell asleep before I could tell her something.”
“About the Roswell incident?”
“In a way. About the xenobium. Tunguska. Australia. Nazca. They all suggest the metal has an extraterrestrial origin.”
