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The Third Option :: Flynn Vince
Страница: 46 из 267They have him on airport surveillance catching a cab and have put out a nationwide bulletin for the vehicle.»
Kennedy tried to remain calm. «What about the other car?»
«No word on it yet.»
She took a sip of coffee and focused on concealing the fear that was clawing at her gut. «Any other developments?»
«One.» Lee's face took on an exhausted look. «The secretary of state called five minutes ago.»
Kennedy didn't like the sounds of this. She set her coffee mug back on the desk.
«It appears that he and Hagenmiller are, or in the count's case I should say were, avid art collectors. They have many mutual friends… a list that reads like a who's who of foreign dignitaries and royalty. The secretary of state said that he knows we had the count under surveillance and that he would like us to cooperate with the German authorities in apprehending the assassins.» Lee leaned back and added, «Apparently, a very valuable collection of art was destroyed in the fire.»
«You're kidding me?»
«No. I guess some very well-known and valuable originals were lost.»
«No.» Kennedy frowned in a rare show of emotion. «He told you he knows that we had the count under surveillance and that he wants us to cooperate with the BKA.»
«Yes.»
«And just how does he know we had him under surveillance?»
«I don't know.»
«Do you have any ideas?»
Lee thought about it for a second and said, «Maybe.»
«Make it a priority to find out, please.» Kennedy reached for her phone. «In the meantime, I'd better see what I can do to head the secretary off before he does any more damage.»
8
It was noon, it was fall, it was Saturday, and if you were a native Washingtonian, it was the best time of the year to be in the nation's capital. Spring was nice, but it brought too many tourists and the dreadful humidity of the Potomac River Valley. In the fall, the air was crisp, the colors were vibrant, and in neighborhoods all around the city, the coeds were back and excited about another year away from Mom and Dad. As Peter Cameron walked hurriedly around the south side of Washington Circle, he thought of none of this. He wished he could be out enjoying the gorgeous Saturday afternoon, but there were more urgent issues at hand.
Cameron had been back in the States for only a few hours, and in that time he had discovered some very bothersome information. He and the Jansens had left Germany just after midnight from a small airfield on the outskirts of Hamburg. Then they flew to Meaux Esbly, another small airfield an hour from Paris.
Kennedy tried to remain calm. «What about the other car?»
«No word on it yet.»
She took a sip of coffee and focused on concealing the fear that was clawing at her gut. «Any other developments?»
«One.» Lee's face took on an exhausted look. «The secretary of state called five minutes ago.»
Kennedy didn't like the sounds of this. She set her coffee mug back on the desk.
«It appears that he and Hagenmiller are, or in the count's case I should say were, avid art collectors. They have many mutual friends… a list that reads like a who's who of foreign dignitaries and royalty. The secretary of state said that he knows we had the count under surveillance and that he would like us to cooperate with the German authorities in apprehending the assassins.» Lee leaned back and added, «Apparently, a very valuable collection of art was destroyed in the fire.»
«You're kidding me?»
«No. I guess some very well-known and valuable originals were lost.»
«No.» Kennedy frowned in a rare show of emotion. «He told you he knows that we had the count under surveillance and that he wants us to cooperate with the BKA.»
«Yes.»
«And just how does he know we had him under surveillance?»
«I don't know.»
«Do you have any ideas?»
Lee thought about it for a second and said, «Maybe.»
«Make it a priority to find out, please.» Kennedy reached for her phone. «In the meantime, I'd better see what I can do to head the secretary off before he does any more damage.»
8
It was noon, it was fall, it was Saturday, and if you were a native Washingtonian, it was the best time of the year to be in the nation's capital. Spring was nice, but it brought too many tourists and the dreadful humidity of the Potomac River Valley. In the fall, the air was crisp, the colors were vibrant, and in neighborhoods all around the city, the coeds were back and excited about another year away from Mom and Dad. As Peter Cameron walked hurriedly around the south side of Washington Circle, he thought of none of this. He wished he could be out enjoying the gorgeous Saturday afternoon, but there were more urgent issues at hand.
Cameron had been back in the States for only a few hours, and in that time he had discovered some very bothersome information. He and the Jansens had left Germany just after midnight from a small airfield on the outskirts of Hamburg. Then they flew to Meaux Esbly, another small airfield an hour from Paris.