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Are You Afraid Of The Dark :: Sheldon Sidney
Страница: 149 из 173It's harmless. It will put you to sleep for an hour or two." He reached for Diane's wrist.
"Scheisse!" the driver yelled. A pedestrian had suddenly darted in front of the Mercedes, and the driver jammed on the brakes to avoid hitting him. Caught unaware, Holliday's head slammed against the metal framework of the driver's headrest.
He tried to sit up, groggy. He yelled at the driver, "What-?" Instinctively, Diane grabbed Holliday's hand that was holding the hypodermic needle, twisted his wrist, and plunged the needle into his flesh.
Holliday turned to her in shock. "No!" It was a scream.
With growing horror, Diane watched Holliday's body go into spasms and then stiffen and collapse.
He was dead within seconds. The two men in the front seat turned to see what was happening.
Diane was out the door and seconds later in a taxi, headed in the opposite direction.
CHAPTER 39
THE SOUND OF her cell phone startled her. She picked it up cautiously. "Hello?" "Hi, Kelly." "Diane! Where are you?" "In Munich. Where are you?" "On a train to London." "How did your meeting with Sam Meadows go?" Kelly could still hear his screams. "I'll tell you about it when we meet. Did you get any information?" "Not much. We have to decide what to do next. We're running out of options. Gary Reynolds's plane crashed near Denver. I think we have to go there. Maybe it's our last chance." "All right." "The obituary said that Reynolds has a sister living in Denver. She might know something. Why don't we meet in Denver at the Brown Palace Hotel. I'm flying out of Schoenfeld airport, in Berlin, in three hours." "I'll get a plane out of Heathrow." "Good. The room will be booked under the name of Harriet Beecher Stowe." "Kelly-" "Yes." "Just… you know." "I know. You, too…"
* * *
TANNER WAS ALONE in his office, talking on the gold phone: "… and they managed to escape.
Sam Meadows is not a happy man, and Greg Holliday is dead." He was silent for a moment, thinking. "Logically, the only place left for them is Denver. In fact, that's probably their last option… It looks as though I'm going to have to handle this personally. They've won my respect, so it's only fitting that I take care of them properly." He listened, then laughed. "Of course. Good-bye."
* * *
ANDREW WAS SEATED in his office, his mind floating, creating hazy visions. He was lying in a hospital bed and Tanner was saying, You surprised me, Andrew. You were supposed to die. Now the doctors tell me you can get out of here in a few days. I'm giving you an office at KIG.
"Scheisse!" the driver yelled. A pedestrian had suddenly darted in front of the Mercedes, and the driver jammed on the brakes to avoid hitting him. Caught unaware, Holliday's head slammed against the metal framework of the driver's headrest.
He tried to sit up, groggy. He yelled at the driver, "What-?" Instinctively, Diane grabbed Holliday's hand that was holding the hypodermic needle, twisted his wrist, and plunged the needle into his flesh.
Holliday turned to her in shock. "No!" It was a scream.
With growing horror, Diane watched Holliday's body go into spasms and then stiffen and collapse.
He was dead within seconds. The two men in the front seat turned to see what was happening.
Diane was out the door and seconds later in a taxi, headed in the opposite direction.
CHAPTER 39
THE SOUND OF her cell phone startled her. She picked it up cautiously. "Hello?" "Hi, Kelly." "Diane! Where are you?" "In Munich. Where are you?" "On a train to London." "How did your meeting with Sam Meadows go?" Kelly could still hear his screams. "I'll tell you about it when we meet. Did you get any information?" "Not much. We have to decide what to do next. We're running out of options. Gary Reynolds's plane crashed near Denver. I think we have to go there. Maybe it's our last chance." "All right." "The obituary said that Reynolds has a sister living in Denver. She might know something. Why don't we meet in Denver at the Brown Palace Hotel. I'm flying out of Schoenfeld airport, in Berlin, in three hours." "I'll get a plane out of Heathrow." "Good. The room will be booked under the name of Harriet Beecher Stowe." "Kelly-" "Yes." "Just… you know." "I know. You, too…"
* * *
TANNER WAS ALONE in his office, talking on the gold phone: "… and they managed to escape.
Sam Meadows is not a happy man, and Greg Holliday is dead." He was silent for a moment, thinking. "Logically, the only place left for them is Denver. In fact, that's probably their last option… It looks as though I'm going to have to handle this personally. They've won my respect, so it's only fitting that I take care of them properly." He listened, then laughed. "Of course. Good-bye."
* * *
ANDREW WAS SEATED in his office, his mind floating, creating hazy visions. He was lying in a hospital bed and Tanner was saying, You surprised me, Andrew. You were supposed to die. Now the doctors tell me you can get out of here in a few days. I'm giving you an office at KIG.