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Are You Afraid Of The Dark :: Sheldon Sidney
Страница: 136 из 173"Flint was already moving toward the tarmac. As he reached the plane, the crew was beginning to depart.
A flight attendant asked, "May I help you?" "FAA inspection," Flint said.
He walked up the steps into the plane. There were no passengers in sight.
The flight attendant asked, "Is there a problem?" "Yes. A possible bomb." She watched as Flint strode to the end of the cabin and pulled open the rest-room doors. The rooms were empty. The women had disappeared.
* * *
"THEY WEREN'T ON the plane, Mr. Kingsley." Tanner's voice was dangerously soft. "Mr. Flint, did you see them board the plane?" "Yes, sir." "And were they still aboard when the plane took off?" "Yes, sir." "Then I think we can safely reason that they either jumped out in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean without parachutes or that they disembarked in Madrid. Do you agree with that?" "Of course, Mr. Kingsley. But-" "Thank you. So, that means they intend to go from Madrid to France by way of San Sebastian." He paused. "They have four choices: they can take a different flight to Barcelona or get there by train, bus, or car." Tanner was thoughtful for a moment. "They will probably feel that buses, planes, and trains are too confining. Logic tells me that they will drive to the San Sebastian border to get into France." "If— " "Do not interrupt me, Mr. Flint. It should take them about five hours to drive from Madrid to San Sebastian. Here's what I want you to do. Fly to Madrid. Check all the airport rental-car places. Find out what kind of car they rented-color, make, everything." "Yes, sir." "Then I want you to fly back to Barcelona and rent a car-a large one. Lie in wait for them along the highway to San Sebastian. I don't want them to reach the border. And Mr. Flint-" "Yes, sir." "Remember-make it look like an accident."
CHAPTER 35
DIANE AND KELLY were at Barajas, the Madrid airport. They had their choice of renting a car from Hertz, Europe Car, Avis, and others, but they chose Alesa, a more obscure rental agency.
"What is the quickest way to get to San Sebastian?" Diane asked.
"It is very simple, seсora. Take the N-l to the French border at Hondarribia, then right to San Sebastian. It is just a four— or five-hour drive." "Gracias." And Kelly and Diane were on their way.
* * *
WHEN THE KIG private jet arrived in Madrid, one hour later, Harry Flint hurried from one rental car booth to another.
"I was supposed to meet my sister and her girlfriend here-the girlfriend is a stunning African-American-and I missed them.
A flight attendant asked, "May I help you?" "FAA inspection," Flint said.
He walked up the steps into the plane. There were no passengers in sight.
The flight attendant asked, "Is there a problem?" "Yes. A possible bomb." She watched as Flint strode to the end of the cabin and pulled open the rest-room doors. The rooms were empty. The women had disappeared.
* * *
"THEY WEREN'T ON the plane, Mr. Kingsley." Tanner's voice was dangerously soft. "Mr. Flint, did you see them board the plane?" "Yes, sir." "And were they still aboard when the plane took off?" "Yes, sir." "Then I think we can safely reason that they either jumped out in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean without parachutes or that they disembarked in Madrid. Do you agree with that?" "Of course, Mr. Kingsley. But-" "Thank you. So, that means they intend to go from Madrid to France by way of San Sebastian." He paused. "They have four choices: they can take a different flight to Barcelona or get there by train, bus, or car." Tanner was thoughtful for a moment. "They will probably feel that buses, planes, and trains are too confining. Logic tells me that they will drive to the San Sebastian border to get into France." "If— " "Do not interrupt me, Mr. Flint. It should take them about five hours to drive from Madrid to San Sebastian. Here's what I want you to do. Fly to Madrid. Check all the airport rental-car places. Find out what kind of car they rented-color, make, everything." "Yes, sir." "Then I want you to fly back to Barcelona and rent a car-a large one. Lie in wait for them along the highway to San Sebastian. I don't want them to reach the border. And Mr. Flint-" "Yes, sir." "Remember-make it look like an accident."
CHAPTER 35
DIANE AND KELLY were at Barajas, the Madrid airport. They had their choice of renting a car from Hertz, Europe Car, Avis, and others, but they chose Alesa, a more obscure rental agency.
"What is the quickest way to get to San Sebastian?" Diane asked.
"It is very simple, seсora. Take the N-l to the French border at Hondarribia, then right to San Sebastian. It is just a four— or five-hour drive." "Gracias." And Kelly and Diane were on their way.
* * *
WHEN THE KIG private jet arrived in Madrid, one hour later, Harry Flint hurried from one rental car booth to another.
"I was supposed to meet my sister and her girlfriend here-the girlfriend is a stunning African-American-and I missed them.