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Are You Afraid Of The Dark :: Sheldon Sidney
Страница: 140 из 173" Kelly was suddenlysilent.
Diane glanced at her. "What's the matter?" "Nothing. It's just that we're-we're such a great team. I hate for us to split up. Why don't we go to Paris together and then-?" Diane smiled. "We're not splitting up, Kelly. When you're through talking to Sam Meadows, you call me. We can meet in Berlin. I should have some information by then. We have our cell phones. We can stay in touch. I'm eager to hear what you're going to learn tonight." They had reached Paris.
Diane glanced in the rearview mirror. "No Citroen. We've finally lost him. Where do you want me to take you?" Kelly looked out the window. They were nearing la Place de la Concorde.
"Diane, why don't you turn the car in and be on your way? I can get a taxi here." "Are you sure, partner?" "I'm sure, partner." "Be careful." You,too.
* * *
TWO MINUTES LATER, Kelly was in a taxi, on the way to her apartment, eagerly looking forward to going home again. In a short while, she would meet Sam Meadows at his apartment for dinner.
When the taxi pulled up in front of Kelly's apartment building, she felt a deep sense of relief. She was home. The doorman opened the door.
Kelly looked up and started to say, "I'm back, Martin-" and stopped. The doorman was a complete stranger.
"Good evening, madame."
"Good evening. Where is Martin?"
"Martin no longer works here. He quit."
Kelly was taken aback. "Oh. I'm sorry." "Please, madame, allow me to introduce myself. I am Jerome Malo." Kelly nodded.
She walked into the lobby. A tall, thin stranger was standing behind the reception desk, next to Nicole Paradis.
The stranger smiled. "Good evening, Madame Harris. We have been expecting you. I am Alphonse Girouard, the concierge." Kelly looked around, puzzled. "Where's Philippe Cendre?" "Ah. Philippe and his family moved to somewhere in Spain." He shrugged. "Some business deal, I believe." Kelly felt a growing sudden sense of alarm. "And their daughter?" "She left with them." Did I tell you that my daughter has been accepted at the Sorbonne? It's a dream come true.
Kelly tried to keep her voice steady. "When did they leave?" "A few days ago, but please, do not worry, madame. You will be taken good care of. Your apartment is all ready for you." Nicole Paradis, sitting at her desk, looked up. "Welcome home." But her eyes were saying something else.
"Where is Angel?" "Oh, your little dog? Philippe took her with him." Kelly was fighting a wave of panic. She was having trouble breathing.
Diane glanced at her. "What's the matter?" "Nothing. It's just that we're-we're such a great team. I hate for us to split up. Why don't we go to Paris together and then-?" Diane smiled. "We're not splitting up, Kelly. When you're through talking to Sam Meadows, you call me. We can meet in Berlin. I should have some information by then. We have our cell phones. We can stay in touch. I'm eager to hear what you're going to learn tonight." They had reached Paris.
Diane glanced in the rearview mirror. "No Citroen. We've finally lost him. Where do you want me to take you?" Kelly looked out the window. They were nearing la Place de la Concorde.
"Diane, why don't you turn the car in and be on your way? I can get a taxi here." "Are you sure, partner?" "I'm sure, partner." "Be careful." You,too.
* * *
TWO MINUTES LATER, Kelly was in a taxi, on the way to her apartment, eagerly looking forward to going home again. In a short while, she would meet Sam Meadows at his apartment for dinner.
When the taxi pulled up in front of Kelly's apartment building, she felt a deep sense of relief. She was home. The doorman opened the door.
Kelly looked up and started to say, "I'm back, Martin-" and stopped. The doorman was a complete stranger.
"Good evening, madame."
"Good evening. Where is Martin?"
"Martin no longer works here. He quit."
Kelly was taken aback. "Oh. I'm sorry." "Please, madame, allow me to introduce myself. I am Jerome Malo." Kelly nodded.
She walked into the lobby. A tall, thin stranger was standing behind the reception desk, next to Nicole Paradis.
The stranger smiled. "Good evening, Madame Harris. We have been expecting you. I am Alphonse Girouard, the concierge." Kelly looked around, puzzled. "Where's Philippe Cendre?" "Ah. Philippe and his family moved to somewhere in Spain." He shrugged. "Some business deal, I believe." Kelly felt a growing sudden sense of alarm. "And their daughter?" "She left with them." Did I tell you that my daughter has been accepted at the Sorbonne? It's a dream come true.
Kelly tried to keep her voice steady. "When did they leave?" "A few days ago, but please, do not worry, madame. You will be taken good care of. Your apartment is all ready for you." Nicole Paradis, sitting at her desk, looked up. "Welcome home." But her eyes were saying something else.
"Where is Angel?" "Oh, your little dog? Philippe took her with him." Kelly was fighting a wave of panic. She was having trouble breathing.