microphone and podium, and looked out on the faces of the most powerful show-business people in the world.
“I have an unconscionably long list of people I want to thank,” the longhaired filmmaker said.
“But we don’t want all of you to suffer through it,” his wife, Beri, added, brandishing their golden award proudly. “So we won’t name all the names here tonight. You know who you are. You are wonderful, wonderful people. We love you a lot. More than I think we could do justice to right now, shivering and shaking as we are.”
As Nick said a few final words, an unreal scenario began to develop at the Chandler Pavilion.
Shrieks came from the velvet tuxedos and see-through dresses out in the audience.
A paunchy, balding man,
Siegfried
, had broken through the casual, tuxedoed security, and was now actually walking onto the stage.
It was something that hadn’t occurred at the Awards ceremony in the past few years.
The last time, the gate-crasher had streaked naked past an only slightly nonplussed David Niven.
This time the intruder was screaming angrily and incoherently. Siegfriend was waving an automatic revolver that glinted steel-blue in the stage lights.
Halfway across the stage, the man began to scream at Nick and Beri Strauss. He screamed in guttural German.
“Ich representiere die Sturm Truppe. Ich bringe diese Nachricht die Dachau Zwei!”
I come from the Storm Troop. I carry this message of Dachau Two!
The revolver’s first four shots struck thirty-nine-year-old Nick.
The fifth and sixth shots struck Beri, who pulled down the stage podium as she fell.
With the seventh and eighth shots, Siegfried succeeded in killing himself.
Three thousand miles away, the long scream began for Dr. David Strauss and his family.
CHAPTER 10
Oh, my God, please no, please no
.
David Strauss’s eyes were transfixed on the gleaming Zenith console television screen.
Slowly then, David became aware of something else gone wrong.
Elena was tottering forward in her stuffed chair. She was making a soft, gagging sound. His grandmother’s eyes were dilated and fluttering wildly.
“Oh Jesus, David. I think she’s having a stroke.”
Heather helped him move the old woman over to her bed.
“I’ll go for my bag. Are you all right here with her?”
Heather waved him away. “Yes, go. Hurry.”
David had never seen Heather in a medical emergency before. Heather Was a doctor now. He left her with his grandmother.
David rushed out into the upstairs hallway. He had to get himself under control.
He was a doctor. He’d seen every kind of terrible emergency working in New York
…
Nick! Beri! Elena! Oh, please God, no
…
Then David heard windows breaking inside the Strauss house. Glass crashed and tinkled like an entire cabinet of crystal falling down. Wood split as if it had been struck by lightning in the west wing.
The upstairs lights suddenly flickered. David glanced up as the hall lights fizzled to a dim yellow-brown.
There was hoarse shouting and unbelievable screaming downstairs at the party. Children were beginning to cry out. Adults shrieked.
David Strauss ran toward the center-hall stairs to see what was happening.
Intruders burst into the crowded, expensively furnished living room.
They came through beautiful French doors leading out to formal gardens and a dining terrazzo.
A pistol shot disintegrated a gold-framed mirror over the great fieldstone fireplace.
A warning shot had been fired. Full attention was expected now.
In the flickering lights of the room, the Strauss family stared in horror at hooded figures with drawn revolvers and pump-action shotguns … What they then saw terrified them.
White-on-red Nazi armbands
.
The dreaded, vile swastikas
.
It was nearly impossible to believe that the next few minutes actually happened.
A German-accented voice was calling out commands.
“All of you people—down on the floor! Down on the floor … You! You there! Down on the floor!”
David had