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The Doomsday Conspiracy :: Sheldon Sidney
Страница: 178 из 213He picked you up on the Tor di Ounto, you spent the night with him at the LTncrocio Hotel, and the next morning he bought you an emerald bracelet. He sent you to some hotels with airline and train tickets, and you rented a car and you came down to Naples, right?”
They know everything. Pier nodded, her eyes filled with fear.
“Is your friend coming back, or has he left Naples?”
She hesitated, deciding which was the best answer. If she told them that Robert had left town, they would not believe her, anyway. They would wait here at the house and when he turned up, they could accuse her of lying for him and hold her as an accomplice. She decided that the truth would serve her better. “He’s coming back,” Pier said.
“Soon?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Well, we’ll just make ourselves comfortable. You don’t mind if we look around, do you?” They opened their jackets, exposing their guns.
“N … no.”
They fanned out, moving through the house.
Mama walked in from the kitchen. “Who are these men?”
“They are friends of Mr Jones,” Pier said. “They have come to see him.”
Mama beamed. “Such a nice man. Would you like some lunch?”
“Sure, Mama,” one of the men said. “What are we having?”
Pier’s mind was in a turmoil. I have to call Interpol again, she thought. They said they would pay fifty thousand dollars. Meanwhile, she had to keep Robert away from the house until she could make arrangements to turn him in. But how? She suddenly remembered their conversation that morning. If there’s trouble you pull one shade down. The two men were seated at the dining-room table, eating a bowl of capellini.
“It’s too bright in here,” Pier said. She rose and walked into the living room and pulled down the window shade. Then she went back to the table. I hope Robert remembers about the warning.
Robert was driving toward the house, reviewing his plan of escape. It’s not perfect, he thought, but at least it should get them off the trail long enough to buy me some time. He was approaching the house. As he neared it, he slowed down and looked around. Everything appeared to be normal. He would warn Pier to get out, and then take off. As Robert started to park in front of the house, something struck him as odd. One of the front shades was down. The others were up. It was probably a coincidence, but still … an alarm bell sounded. Could Pier have taken his little game seriously? Was it meant to be a warning of some kind? Robert stepped on the accelerator and kept driving. He could not afford to take any chances, no matter how remote.
They know everything. Pier nodded, her eyes filled with fear.
“Is your friend coming back, or has he left Naples?”
She hesitated, deciding which was the best answer. If she told them that Robert had left town, they would not believe her, anyway. They would wait here at the house and when he turned up, they could accuse her of lying for him and hold her as an accomplice. She decided that the truth would serve her better. “He’s coming back,” Pier said.
“Soon?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Well, we’ll just make ourselves comfortable. You don’t mind if we look around, do you?” They opened their jackets, exposing their guns.
“N … no.”
They fanned out, moving through the house.
Mama walked in from the kitchen. “Who are these men?”
“They are friends of Mr Jones,” Pier said. “They have come to see him.”
Mama beamed. “Such a nice man. Would you like some lunch?”
“Sure, Mama,” one of the men said. “What are we having?”
Pier’s mind was in a turmoil. I have to call Interpol again, she thought. They said they would pay fifty thousand dollars. Meanwhile, she had to keep Robert away from the house until she could make arrangements to turn him in. But how? She suddenly remembered their conversation that morning. If there’s trouble you pull one shade down. The two men were seated at the dining-room table, eating a bowl of capellini.
“It’s too bright in here,” Pier said. She rose and walked into the living room and pulled down the window shade. Then she went back to the table. I hope Robert remembers about the warning.
Robert was driving toward the house, reviewing his plan of escape. It’s not perfect, he thought, but at least it should get them off the trail long enough to buy me some time. He was approaching the house. As he neared it, he slowed down and looked around. Everything appeared to be normal. He would warn Pier to get out, and then take off. As Robert started to park in front of the house, something struck him as odd. One of the front shades was down. The others were up. It was probably a coincidence, but still … an alarm bell sounded. Could Pier have taken his little game seriously? Was it meant to be a warning of some kind? Robert stepped on the accelerator and kept driving. He could not afford to take any chances, no matter how remote.