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Are You Afraid Of The Dark :: Sheldon Sidney
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WHEN HARRY FLINT reached the border checkpoint, the patrol H guard waswaiting.
"Step out of the car, please." "I haven't time for that," Flint said. "I'm in a hurry. I have to-" "Step out of the car." Flint looked at him. "Why? What's the problem?" "We have a report that a car with this license number has been smuggling drugs.
We're going to have to take the car apart." Flint glared at him. "Are you crazy? I told you, I'm in a hurry. Drugs were never smuggled-?" He stopped and smiled. "I get it." He reached in his pocket and handed the guard a hundred-dollar bill.
"Here you are. Take this and forget about it." The border guard called out, "Jose!" A uniformed captain approached. The border guard handed him the hundred-dollar bill.
"This is an attempted bribe." The captain said to Flint, "Remove yourself from the car. You are under arrest for bribery. Pull over to that lot-" "No. You can't arrest me now. I'm in the middle of-" "And resisting arrest." He turned to the guard. "Call for a backup." Flint looked ahead at the highway and took a deep breath. The Peugeot was out of sight.
Flint turned to the captain. "I have to make a phone call."
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AS DIANE AND Kelly sped through the French countryside, the flat central plateau of the Castilian meseta began to break up into the foothills of the Pyrenees and the Sierra de Urbasa.
Diane spoke. "You said you had a friend in Paris?" "Yes. Sam Meadows. He worked with Mark. I have a feeling he can help us." Kelly reached into her purse, took out her new cell phone, and dialed a number in Paris.
An operator said, "KIG."
"Could I speak to Sam Meadows, please?"
A minute later, Kelly heard his voice.
"Hello." "Sam, it's Kelly. I'm on my way to Paris." "My God! I've been worried sick about you. Are you all right?" Kelly hesitated. "I think so." "This is a nightmare," Sam Meadows said. "I still can't believe it." Neither can I, Kelly thought. "Sam, I have to tell you something. I believe Mark was murdered." Sam Meadows's answer sent a chill through her. "So do I." Kelly was finding it difficult to speak. "I have to know what happened. Can you help me?" "I don't think it's something we should discuss on the phone, Kelly." He was trying to make his voice sound very casual.
"I-I understand." "Why don't we talk about it tonight? We can have dinner at my place.
"Fine."
"Seven o'clock?"
"I'll be there," Kelly said.
Kelly ended the call. "I'm going to get some answers tonight." "While you're doing that, I'm going to fly to Berlin and talk to people who worked with Franz Verbrugge.
* * *
WHEN HARRY FLINT reached the border checkpoint, the patrol H guard waswaiting.
"Step out of the car, please." "I haven't time for that," Flint said. "I'm in a hurry. I have to-" "Step out of the car." Flint looked at him. "Why? What's the problem?" "We have a report that a car with this license number has been smuggling drugs.
We're going to have to take the car apart." Flint glared at him. "Are you crazy? I told you, I'm in a hurry. Drugs were never smuggled-?" He stopped and smiled. "I get it." He reached in his pocket and handed the guard a hundred-dollar bill.
"Here you are. Take this and forget about it." The border guard called out, "Jose!" A uniformed captain approached. The border guard handed him the hundred-dollar bill.
"This is an attempted bribe." The captain said to Flint, "Remove yourself from the car. You are under arrest for bribery. Pull over to that lot-" "No. You can't arrest me now. I'm in the middle of-" "And resisting arrest." He turned to the guard. "Call for a backup." Flint looked ahead at the highway and took a deep breath. The Peugeot was out of sight.
Flint turned to the captain. "I have to make a phone call."
* * *
AS DIANE AND Kelly sped through the French countryside, the flat central plateau of the Castilian meseta began to break up into the foothills of the Pyrenees and the Sierra de Urbasa.
Diane spoke. "You said you had a friend in Paris?" "Yes. Sam Meadows. He worked with Mark. I have a feeling he can help us." Kelly reached into her purse, took out her new cell phone, and dialed a number in Paris.
An operator said, "KIG."
"Could I speak to Sam Meadows, please?"
A minute later, Kelly heard his voice.
"Hello." "Sam, it's Kelly. I'm on my way to Paris." "My God! I've been worried sick about you. Are you all right?" Kelly hesitated. "I think so." "This is a nightmare," Sam Meadows said. "I still can't believe it." Neither can I, Kelly thought. "Sam, I have to tell you something. I believe Mark was murdered." Sam Meadows's answer sent a chill through her. "So do I." Kelly was finding it difficult to speak. "I have to know what happened. Can you help me?" "I don't think it's something we should discuss on the phone, Kelly." He was trying to make his voice sound very casual.
"I-I understand." "Why don't we talk about it tonight? We can have dinner at my place.
"Fine."
"Seven o'clock?"
"I'll be there," Kelly said.
Kelly ended the call. "I'm going to get some answers tonight." "While you're doing that, I'm going to fly to Berlin and talk to people who worked with Franz Verbrugge.