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The Doomsday Conspiracy :: Sheldon Sidney
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“Listen, you little piscialetto, I’m warning you– mind your own business.” She had no intention of sharing the reward with anyone.
Carlo said reproachfully, “Little sister, you want it all for yourself.”
“No. You don’t understand, Carlo.”
“No?”
Pier said earnestly, “I’ll tell you the truth. Mr Jones is running away from his wife. She has hired a detective to find him. That’s all there is to it.”
Carlo smiled. “Why didn’t you tell me this before? Then it’s no big deal, I’ll forget about it.”
“Good,” Pier said.
And Carlo thought, I’ve got to find out who he really is.
Janus was on the telephone. “Have you any news yet?”
“We know that Commander Bellamy is in Naples.”
“Do you have any assets there?”
“Yes. They’re looking for him now. We have a lead. He’s travelling with a prostitute who has a family in Naples. We think they may have gone there. We’re following through on it.”
“Keep me informed.”
In Naples, the Bureau of Municipal Housing was busily trying to track down the whereabouts of Pier Valli’s mother.
A dozen security agents and the Naples police force were scouring the city for Robert.
Carlo was busily making his own plans for Robert.
Pier was getting ready to telephone Interpol again.
The danger in the air was almost palpable and Robert felt he could reach out and touch it. The waterfront was a beehive of activity, with cargo ships busily loading and unloading. But another element had been added: there were police cars cruising up and down the quay, and uniformed policemen and obvious-looking detectives questioning dock workers and sailors. The concentrated manhunt took Robert by complete surprise. It was almost as though they had known he was in Naples, for it would have been impossible for them to be conducting this intense a search for him in every major city in Italy. He did not even bother to get out of the car. He turned around and headed away from the docks. What he had thought would be an easy plan – to board a cargo ship bound for France – had now become too dangerous. Somehow, they had managed to track him here. He went over his options again. Travelling any distance by car was too risky. There would be roadblocks around the city by now. The docks were guarded. That meant the railroad station and airport would be covered, as well. He was in a vice, and it was closing in on him.
Robert thought about Susan’s offer. We’re just off the coast of Gibraltar. We can pick you up at any place you say.
“Listen, you little piscialetto, I’m warning you– mind your own business.” She had no intention of sharing the reward with anyone.
Carlo said reproachfully, “Little sister, you want it all for yourself.”
“No. You don’t understand, Carlo.”
“No?”
Pier said earnestly, “I’ll tell you the truth. Mr Jones is running away from his wife. She has hired a detective to find him. That’s all there is to it.”
Carlo smiled. “Why didn’t you tell me this before? Then it’s no big deal, I’ll forget about it.”
“Good,” Pier said.
And Carlo thought, I’ve got to find out who he really is.
Janus was on the telephone. “Have you any news yet?”
“We know that Commander Bellamy is in Naples.”
“Do you have any assets there?”
“Yes. They’re looking for him now. We have a lead. He’s travelling with a prostitute who has a family in Naples. We think they may have gone there. We’re following through on it.”
“Keep me informed.”
In Naples, the Bureau of Municipal Housing was busily trying to track down the whereabouts of Pier Valli’s mother.
A dozen security agents and the Naples police force were scouring the city for Robert.
Carlo was busily making his own plans for Robert.
Pier was getting ready to telephone Interpol again.
The danger in the air was almost palpable and Robert felt he could reach out and touch it. The waterfront was a beehive of activity, with cargo ships busily loading and unloading. But another element had been added: there were police cars cruising up and down the quay, and uniformed policemen and obvious-looking detectives questioning dock workers and sailors. The concentrated manhunt took Robert by complete surprise. It was almost as though they had known he was in Naples, for it would have been impossible for them to be conducting this intense a search for him in every major city in Italy. He did not even bother to get out of the car. He turned around and headed away from the docks. What he had thought would be an easy plan – to board a cargo ship bound for France – had now become too dangerous. Somehow, they had managed to track him here. He went over his options again. Travelling any distance by car was too risky. There would be roadblocks around the city by now. The docks were guarded. That meant the railroad station and airport would be covered, as well. He was in a vice, and it was closing in on him.
Robert thought about Susan’s offer. We’re just off the coast of Gibraltar. We can pick you up at any place you say.