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Are You Afraid Of The Dark :: Sheldon Sidney
Страница: 145 из 173Across from Diane's table, an attractive well-dressed man was dining alone.
Diane sat there, thinking about her conversation with Heidi Fronk. How much would she know?
The waiter handed Diane a menu. "Bitte." "Thank you." Diane glanced at the menu. Leberkds, Haxen, Labskaus… She had no idea what any of the dishes were. Heidi Fronk could explain them.
Diane glanced at her watch. Heidi was twenty minutes late.
The waiter came to the table. "Would you like to order now, frдulein?" "No. I'll wait for my guest. Thank you." The minutes were ticking by. Diane was beginning to wonder whether something had gone wrong.
Fifteen minutes later, the waiter came back to the table. "May I bring you anything?" "No, thanks. My guest should be here any minute." At nine o'clock, Heidi Fronk still had not appeared. With a sinking feeling, Diane realized that she was not coming.
As Diane glanced up, she saw two men sitting down at a table near the entrance.
They were ill dressed and mean looking, and the word that came to Diane's mind was thugs. She watched as the waiter went to their table, and they rudely waved him away. They were not interested in food. They turned back to stare at Diane, and with a feeling of dismay, she realized she had walked into a trap. Heidi Fronk had set her up. Diane could feel the blood rush to her head. She looked around for a means of escape.
There was none. She could keep sitting there, but eventually she was going to have to leave, and they would grab her. She thought about using her cell phone, but there was no one who could help her.
Diane thought desperately, I've got to get out of here, but how?
As she looked around the room, her gaze fell on the attractive man sitting alone at the table across from hers. He was sipping his coffee.
Diane smiled at him and said, "Good evening." He looked up, surprised, and said pleasantly, "Good evening." Diane gave him a warm, inviting smile, pleased that he spoke English. "I see we're both alone." "Yes." "Would you like to join me?" He hesitated a moment and smiled. "Certainly." He rose and walked over to Diane's table.
"It's no fun eating alone, is it?" Diane said lightly.
"You're quite right. It's not." She held out a hand. "I'm Diane Stevens." "Greg Holliday."
* * *
KELLY HARRIS HAD been stunned by her terrifying experience with Sam Meadows.
After her escape, she had spent the night walking the streets of Montmartre, constantly looking behind her, in fear that she was being followed.
Diane sat there, thinking about her conversation with Heidi Fronk. How much would she know?
The waiter handed Diane a menu. "Bitte." "Thank you." Diane glanced at the menu. Leberkds, Haxen, Labskaus… She had no idea what any of the dishes were. Heidi Fronk could explain them.
Diane glanced at her watch. Heidi was twenty minutes late.
The waiter came to the table. "Would you like to order now, frдulein?" "No. I'll wait for my guest. Thank you." The minutes were ticking by. Diane was beginning to wonder whether something had gone wrong.
Fifteen minutes later, the waiter came back to the table. "May I bring you anything?" "No, thanks. My guest should be here any minute." At nine o'clock, Heidi Fronk still had not appeared. With a sinking feeling, Diane realized that she was not coming.
As Diane glanced up, she saw two men sitting down at a table near the entrance.
They were ill dressed and mean looking, and the word that came to Diane's mind was thugs. She watched as the waiter went to their table, and they rudely waved him away. They were not interested in food. They turned back to stare at Diane, and with a feeling of dismay, she realized she had walked into a trap. Heidi Fronk had set her up. Diane could feel the blood rush to her head. She looked around for a means of escape.
There was none. She could keep sitting there, but eventually she was going to have to leave, and they would grab her. She thought about using her cell phone, but there was no one who could help her.
Diane thought desperately, I've got to get out of here, but how?
As she looked around the room, her gaze fell on the attractive man sitting alone at the table across from hers. He was sipping his coffee.
Diane smiled at him and said, "Good evening." He looked up, surprised, and said pleasantly, "Good evening." Diane gave him a warm, inviting smile, pleased that he spoke English. "I see we're both alone." "Yes." "Would you like to join me?" He hesitated a moment and smiled. "Certainly." He rose and walked over to Diane's table.
"It's no fun eating alone, is it?" Diane said lightly.
"You're quite right. It's not." She held out a hand. "I'm Diane Stevens." "Greg Holliday."
* * *
KELLY HARRIS HAD been stunned by her terrifying experience with Sam Meadows.
After her escape, she had spent the night walking the streets of Montmartre, constantly looking behind her, in fear that she was being followed.