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The Doomsday Conspiracy :: Sheldon Sidney
Страница: 203 из 213Instead, the policeturned on their red flashing light, and the traffic seemed to melt away. They’re giving me a fucking escort!
Overhead Robert heard the sound of a helicopter. He glanced up. The side of the helicopter was marked with the insignia of the French National Police. General Hilliard was doing everything possible to see that he arrived in Switzerland safely. And after I show him the last witness, Robert thought grimly, he thinks he’s going to kill me. But the General is in for a surprise.
Robert reached the Swiss border at four o’clock in the afternoon. At the border, the French police car turned back, and a Swiss police car became his escort. For the first time since the affair had started, Robert began to relax. Thank God Admiral Whittaker had friends in high places. With the President expecting a meeting with Robert, General Hilliard would not dare to harm him. His mind turned to the woman in white, and at that instant, he heard her voice. The sound of it reverberated through the car.
Hurry, Robert. We are all waiting for you.
All? Was there more than one? I’ll find out soon enough, Robert thought.
In Zurich, Robert stopped at the Dolder Grand Hotel and wrote a note at the desk for the General.
“General Milliard will ask for me,” Robert told the clerk. “Please give this to him.”
“Yes, sir.”
Outside, Robert walked over to the police car that had been escorting him. He leaned down to talk to the driver. “From here on in, I want to be on my own.”
The driver hesitated. “Very well, Commander.”
Robert got back in his car and started driving toward Uetendorf and the scene of the UFO crash. As he drove, he thought of all the tragedies that had occurred because of it and all the lives that had been taken. Hans Beckerman and Father Patrinl; Leslie Mothershed and William Mann; Daniel Wayne and Otto Schmidt; Lash Bushfekete and Fritz Mandel; Olga Romanchanko and Kevin Parker. Dead. All of them dead.
I want to see the face of Janus, Robert thought, and look into his eyes.
The villages seemed to race by, and the pristine beauty of the Alps belied all the bloodshed and terror that had started here. The car approached Thun, and Robert’s adrenalin began to flow. Ahead was the field where he and Beckerman had found the weather balloon, where the nightmare had begun. Robert pulled the car over to the side of the road and switched off the engine. He said a silent prayer. Then he got out of the car, crossed the highway and went into the field.
A thousand memories flashed through Robert’s mind.
Overhead Robert heard the sound of a helicopter. He glanced up. The side of the helicopter was marked with the insignia of the French National Police. General Hilliard was doing everything possible to see that he arrived in Switzerland safely. And after I show him the last witness, Robert thought grimly, he thinks he’s going to kill me. But the General is in for a surprise.
Robert reached the Swiss border at four o’clock in the afternoon. At the border, the French police car turned back, and a Swiss police car became his escort. For the first time since the affair had started, Robert began to relax. Thank God Admiral Whittaker had friends in high places. With the President expecting a meeting with Robert, General Hilliard would not dare to harm him. His mind turned to the woman in white, and at that instant, he heard her voice. The sound of it reverberated through the car.
Hurry, Robert. We are all waiting for you.
All? Was there more than one? I’ll find out soon enough, Robert thought.
In Zurich, Robert stopped at the Dolder Grand Hotel and wrote a note at the desk for the General.
“General Milliard will ask for me,” Robert told the clerk. “Please give this to him.”
“Yes, sir.”
Outside, Robert walked over to the police car that had been escorting him. He leaned down to talk to the driver. “From here on in, I want to be on my own.”
The driver hesitated. “Very well, Commander.”
Robert got back in his car and started driving toward Uetendorf and the scene of the UFO crash. As he drove, he thought of all the tragedies that had occurred because of it and all the lives that had been taken. Hans Beckerman and Father Patrinl; Leslie Mothershed and William Mann; Daniel Wayne and Otto Schmidt; Lash Bushfekete and Fritz Mandel; Olga Romanchanko and Kevin Parker. Dead. All of them dead.
I want to see the face of Janus, Robert thought, and look into his eyes.
The villages seemed to race by, and the pristine beauty of the Alps belied all the bloodshed and terror that had started here. The car approached Thun, and Robert’s adrenalin began to flow. Ahead was the field where he and Beckerman had found the weather balloon, where the nightmare had begun. Robert pulled the car over to the side of the road and switched off the engine. He said a silent prayer. Then he got out of the car, crossed the highway and went into the field.
A thousand memories flashed through Robert’s mind.