On that particular night like most nights Sheila was busy reading her unending pile of medical journals. At the same time she was taping a TV presentation of an old movie classic with the idea of watching it over the weekend. Consequently her apartment was quiet save for the occasional tinkle of her wind chimes on her patio.
Sheila did not see the shooting star that Candee saw, but at the same moment Candee and Jonathan were startled by the destruction of Tim's car radio, Sheila was equally shocked by a somewhat similar catastrophe with her VCR. Suddenly it began to spark and whir as if it were about to launch into orbit.
Startled from the depths of concentration, Sheila still had the presence of mind to yank out the power cord. Unfortunately that maneuver had little effect. It wasn't until she disengaged the cable line that the machine fell silent although it continued to smoke. Gingerly Sheila felt the top of the console. It was warm to the touch but certainly not about to catch fire.
Silently cursing, Sheila went back to her reading. She vaguely toyed with the idea of bringing the VCR to the hospital the following day to see if one of the electronic technicians could fix it. She justified the idea with her busy schedule. There was no way she could take the time to schlep the thing to the appliance store where she'd bought it.
10:15 P.M.
Pitt Henderson had been slowly easing himself down so that he was now practically horizontal. He was sprawled on the threadbare couch squeezed into his third-floor dorm room on campus in front of his black-and-white thirteen-inch TV. His parents had given him the set on his previous birthday. The screen might have been tiny, but the reception was good, and the image was clear as a bell.
Pitt was a senior at the university and scheduled to graduate that year. He was premed and had majored in chemistry. Although he'd been only a slightly above average student, he'd been able to snare a position in the medical school by evidencing hard work and commitment. He was the only chemistry major who had opted for the work-study program and had been working in the University Medical Center since his freshman year, mostly in the labs. Currently he was on a work rotation and clerking in the emergency department. Over the years Pitt had developed a habit of making himself useful wherever in the hospital he was assigned.
A huge yawn brought tears to his eyes and the NBA game he was watching began to fade as his mind began to drift toward sleep. Pitt was a stocky, muscular twenty-one-year-old who'd been a star football player in high school but had failed to make the team in college. He'd weathered the disappointment and turned it into a positive experience by concentrating that much more on his goal of becoming a doctor.
Just when Pitt's eyelids touched, the picture tube of his beloved TV blew up, scattering shards of glass over his abdomen and chest. It had been at the same instant that Candee and Jonathan's radio as well as Sheila's VCR had gone crazy.
For a second Pitt didn't move. He was stunned and confused, unsure if the disturbance that had shocked him awake had been external or internal, like one of the jerks he'd get on occasion just before falling asleep. After pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and finding himself staring into the depths of a burned-out cathode ray tube, he knew that he'd not been dreaming.
'Holy crap!' he remarked as he heaved himself to his feet and gingerly brushed the thin shards of glass from his lap. Out in the hall he heard multiple doors creaking against their hinges.
Stepping out into the hall, Pitt glanced up and down the corridor. A number of students in all manner of dress, male and female, were looking at each other with dazed expressions.
'My computer just blew a fuse,' John Barkly said. 'I was on the Internet.' John lived in the room right next to Pitt's.
'My freakin' TV exploded,' announced another student.
'My Bose clock-radio practically caught fire,' said another student. 'What the hell's going on? Is this some sort of prank?'
Pitt closed his door and eyed the sad remains of his beloved TV. Some prank, he mused. If he caught the guy responsible, he'd beat the crap out of him ...
2
7:30 A.M.
Pulling off main street into Costa's 24-hour diner, the right rear tire of Beau Start's black Toyota 4Runner hit the curb and the vehicle bounced. Sitting in the front passenger seat, Cassy Winthrope's head bumped against the passenger-side window. She wasn't hurt, but the jolt had been unexpected. Luckily she had her seat belt on.
'My God!' Cassy exclaimed. 'Where'd you learn to drive, Kmart?'
'Very funny,' Beau said sheepishly. 'I turned a little too soon, okay?'
'You should let me drive if you're preoccupied,' Cassy said.
Beau drove across the crowded gravel parking lot and pulled to a stop in a slot in front of the diner. 'How do you know I'm preoccupied?' he asked. He pulled on the brake and killed the engine.
'When you live with someone you begin to read all sorts of little clues,' Cassy said as she undid her seat belt and alighted from the car. 'Especially someone you're engaged to.'
Beau did the same, but as his foot made contact with the ground, it slipped on a rock. He grabbed onto the open door to keep from falling.
'That settles it,' Cassy said, having caught Beau's latest sign of inattentiveness and temporary lack of coordination. 'After breakfast, I'm driving.'
'I can drive fine,' Beau said irritably as he slammed the car door and locked the car with his remote. He met up with Cassy at the rear of the car and they trudged toward the diner's entrance.
'Sure, just like you can shave fine,' Cassy said.
Beau had a small forest of tissue paper plastered to the various nicks and cuts he'd inflicted on himself that morning.
'And pour coffee,' Cassy added. Earlier Beau had dropped the pot of coffee and broken one of their mugs in the process.
'Well, maybe I am a little preoccupied,' Beau reluctantly admitted.
Beau and Cassy had been living together for the last eight months. They were both twenty-one and seniors, like Pitt. They'd known of each other from their freshman year, but had never dated, each certain that the other was always involved with someone else. When they'd finally been brought together inadvertently by their mutual friend, Pitt, who'd been casually dating Cassy at the time, they'd clicked as if their relationship were meant to be.
Most people thought they resembled each other and could almost be brother and sister. Both had thick, dark brown hair, flawless olive-complexion skin, and shockingly crystalline blue eyes. Both were also athletically inclined and frequently worked out together. Some people had joked that they were a brunette version of Ken and Barbie.
'Do you really think that you are going to hear from the Nile people?' Cassy asked as Beau held the door open for her. 'I mean, Cipher is only the largest software company in the world. I think you are just setting yourself up for big-time rejection.'
'No question that they'll call,' Beau said confidently, entering the restaurant behind Cassy. 'After the resume I sent, they'll be calling any minute.' He pulled aside his Cerruti jacket to flash the tip of his cellular phone stuck in his inner pocket.
Beau's snappy attire that morning was no accident. He made it a point to dress nattily every day. It was his feeling that looking successful bred success. Luckily, his professional parents were able and willing to indulge his inclinations. To his credit he was a hard worker, studied diligently, and got outstanding grades. Confidence was not something he lacked.
'Hey, guys!' Pitt called from a booth beneath the front windows. 'Over here!'
Cassy waved and wormed her way through the crowd. Costa's Diner, affectionately labeled the 'greasy spoon,' was a popular university hangout, especially for breakfast. Cassy slid into the seat across from Pitt. Beau did likewise.
'Did you have any trouble with your TV or radio last night?' Pitt asked excitedly before any hellos were exchanged. 'Did you have anything turned on around ten-fifteen?'
Cassy made an expression of exaggerated disdain.
'Unlike other people,' Beau said with feigned haughtiness, 'we study on school nights.'
