The stars shine down by sidney sheldon
The Stars Shine Down [067-011-5.0]
by sidney sheldon.
Lara Cameron is the most successful real estate developer in New York
city. Married for a year to a successful rock musician, interviewed on
Goodmorning America, she seems to have the world in the palm of her
hand. But Cameron Enterprises is in trouble. Over-leveraged and
hovering near the brink, Lara must keep up the front of a successful
To what lengths will she go to keep things together? Murder? And to
what lengths will police detectives go to nail the 'iron butterfly'?
I owe a debt of gratitude to those who were so generous with their time
and expertise: Larry Russo, who led me through the arcane maze of the
biggest gamblers of all-the real estate developers.
The musical mavens who invited me inside their private worldMona
Gollabeck, John Lill, Zubin Mehta, Dudley Moore, Andre Previn, and the
Trustees of the Leonard Bernstein Estate.
I wish also to express my appreciation to the citizens of Glace Bay for
their warm hospitality. I hope they will forgive me for the few
dramatic licenses I felt it necessary to take.
The expertise in the book belongs to those listed above. Any errors
The stars shine down And watch us live Our little lives And weep for
Thursday, September 10, 1992
8:00 P.M. The 727 was lost in a sea of cumulus clouds that tossed the
plane around like a giant silver feather. The pilot's worried voice
came over the speaker.
"Is your seat belt fastened, Miss Cameron?"
There was no response.
"Miss Cameron… Miss Cameron She was shaken out of a deep reverie.
"Yes." Her thoughts had been drifting to happier times, happier
"Are you all right? We should be out of this storm soon."
"I'm fine, Roger."
Maybe we'll get lucky and crash, Lara Cameron thought. It would be a
fitting end. Somewhere, somehow, it had all gone wrong. It's the
Fates, Lara thought. You can't fight the Fates. In the past year her
life had spun wildly out of control. She was in danger of losing
everything. At least nothing else can go wrong, she thought wryly.
There is nothing else.
The door of the cockpit opened, and the pilot came into the cabin. He
paused for a moment to admire his passenger. The woman was beautiful,
with shiny black hair swept up in a crown, a flawless complexion,
intelligent eyes, cat-gray. She had changed clothes after they had
taken off from Reno, and she was wearing a white, off-the-shoulder
Scaasi evening gown that accented a slender, seductive figure. Around
her throat was a diamond and ruby necklace. How can she look so damn
calm with her world collapsing around her? he wondered. The
newspapers had been mercilessly attacking her for the past month.
"Is the phone working yet, Roger?"
"I'm afraid not, Miss Cameron. There's a lot of interference because
of the storm. We're going to be about an hour late getting into La
Guardia. I'm sorry."
I'm going to be late for my birthday party, Lara thought. Everyone is
going to be there. Two hundred guests, including the Vice President of
the United States, the governor of New York, the mayor, Hollywood
celebrities, famous athletes, and financiers from half a.dozen
countries. She had approved the guest list herself.
She could visualize the Grand Ballroom of the Cameron Plaza, where the
party was being held. Baccarat crystal chandeliers would hang from the
ceiling, prisms of light reflecting a dazzling diamondlike