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Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Up Where the Air is Clear
Paris, France
 Like I said, I didn't trust Quon'dar and the last thing I wanted to do was sit around in a hotel waiting for him. If I confronted the voice on the other end of the phone, I could possibly get some answers.
I went to the Eiffel Tower and caught the wobbly elevator.
Halfway up, in the second elevator, the car shook and stopped. Everyone stood nervously and looked out over the city. We waited. There was a clang and the elevator resumed its trip.
A thick crowd of tourists wandered around the the observation deck ... any one of them could have been the voice from the phone.
 I sipped on a terrible cup of instant coffee and waited.
Then I spotted a familiar face ...
SHARKY McFINN: You're here. Smart move.
BLAMB: Wait a minute, I know you! You're that shark! You're the reason Alice and Quon'dar split! You're trouble!
SHARKY: There's no need to fly off the handle.
BLAMB: No wonder Alice is dead, getting mixed up with the likes of Quon'dar and yourself!
SHARKY: Hey, relax.
BLAMB: I'm outta here. I don't need you to get me killed, too.
 SHARKY: You don't understand, I'm here to help you.
BLAMB: Help me?
SHARKY: Yesterday, a murder occurred here on this very spot.
BLAMB: So?
SHARKY: The woman who was murdered was talking on the phone with Alice just before she was killed.
BLAMB: She's involved in all of this?
SHARKY: Here, look at the police photos of the body.
BLAMB: She fell. How did she get over the wire mesh?
SHARKY: Keep looking. There's an even bigger mystery.
I looked over the photos. The first set were taken from above, from the tower. The second set were close-ups and revealed something shocking.
BLAMB: Wait. What the hell is THAT?
1:58 PM
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