Sean Dillon 3-Book Collection 1: Eye of the Storm, Thunder Point, On Dangerous Ground. Jack Higgins

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СКАЧАТЬ there after the job is done. You can arrange my onwards transportation.’

      ‘But how?’ Rashid demanded. ‘Where will you find a plane?’

      ‘Plenty of flying clubs, old son, and planes to hire. I’ll simply fly off the map. Disappear, put it any way you like. As a pilot yourself you must know that one of the biggest headaches the authorities have is the vast amount of uncontrolled air space. Once I land at St Denis, you can torch the bloody thing up.’ He looked from Rashid to Aroun. ‘Are we agreed?’

      It was Aroun who said, ‘Absolutely, and if there is anything else we can do.’

      ‘Makeev will let you know. I’ll be going now.’ Dillon turned to the door.

      Outside, he stood on the pavement beside Makeev’s car, the snow falling lightly. ‘That’s it then. We shan’t be seeing each other, not for a while anyway.’

      Makeev passed him an envelope. ‘Tania’s home address and telephone number.’ He glanced at his watch. ‘I couldn’t get her earlier this morning. I left a message to say I wanted to speak to her at noon.’

      ‘Fine,’ Dillon said. ‘I’ll speak to you from St Malo before I get the hydrofoil for Jersey, just to make sure everything is all right.’

      ‘I’ll drop you off,’ Makeev told him.

      ‘No thanks. I feel like the exercise.’ Dillon held out his hand. ‘To our next merry meeting.’

      ‘Good luck, Sean.’

      Dillon smiled. ‘Oh, you always need that as well,’ and he turned and walked away.

      Makeev spoke to Tania on the scrambler at noon. ‘I have a friend calling to see you,’ he said. ‘Possibly late this evening. The one we’ve spoken of.’

      ‘I’ll take care of him, Colonel.’

      ‘You’ve never handled a more important business transaction,’ he said, ‘believe me. He’ll need alternative accommodation, by the way. Make it convenient to your own place.’

      ‘Of course.’

      ‘And I want you to put a trace out on this man.’

      He gave her Danny Fahy’s details. When he was finished, she said, ‘There should be no problem. Anything else?’

      ‘Yes, he likes Walthers. Take care, my dear, I’ll be in touch.’

      When Mary Tanner went into the suite at the Ritz, Ferguson was having afternoon tea by the window.

      ‘Ah, there you are,’ he said. ‘Wondered what was keeping you. We’ve got to get moving.’

      ‘To where?’ she demanded.

      ‘Back to London.’

      She took a deep breath. ‘Not me, Brigadier, I’m staying.’

      ‘Staying?’ he said.

      ‘For the funeral at Château Vercors at eleven o’clock tomorrow morning. After all, he’s going to do what you want him to. Don’t we owe him some support?’

      Ferguson put up a hand defensively. ‘All right, you’ve made your point. However, I need to go back to London now. You can stay if you want and follow tomorrow afternoon. I’ll arrange for the Lear jet to pick you up, both of you. Will that suffice?’

      ‘I don’t see why not.’ She smiled brightly and reached for the teapot. ‘Another cup, Brigadier?’

      Sean Dillon caught the express to Rennes and changed trains for St Malo at three o’clock. There wasn’t much tourist traffic, the wrong time of the year for that and the atrocious weather all over Europe had killed whatever there was. There couldn’t have been more than twenty passengers on the hydrofoil to Jersey. He disembarked in St Helier just before six o’clock on the Albert Quay and caught a cab to the airport.

      He knew he was in trouble before he arrived, for the closer they got, the thicker the fog was. It was an old story in Jersey, but not the end of the world. He confirmed that both evening flights to London were cancelled, went out of the airport building, caught another taxi and told the driver to take him to a convenient hotel.

      It was thirty minutes later that he phoned Makeev in Paris. ‘Sorry I didn’t have a chance to phone from St Malo. The train was late. I might have missed the hydrofoil. Did you contact Novikova?’

      ‘Oh, yes,’ Makeev told him. ‘Everything is in order. Looking forward to meeting you. Where are you?’

      ‘A place called Hotel L’Horizon in Jersey. There was fog at the airport. I’m hoping to get out in the morning.’

      ‘I’m sure you will. Stay in touch.’

      ‘I’ll do that.’

      Dillon put down the phone, then he put on his jacket and went downstairs to the bar. He’d heard somewhere that the hotel’s grill was a quite exceptional restaurant. After a while he was approached by a handsome, energetic Italian who introduced himself as the head waiter, Augusto. Dillon took a menu from him gratefully, ordered a bottle of Krug and relaxed.

      It was at roughly the same time that the doorbell sounded at Brosnan’s apartment on the Quai de Montebello. When he opened the door, a large glass of Scotch in one hand, Mary Tanner stood there.

      ‘Hello,’ he said. ‘This is unexpected.’

      She took the glass of Scotch and emptied it into the potted plant that stood by the door. ‘That won’t do you any good at all.’

      ‘If you say so. What do you want?’

      ‘I thought you’d be alone. I didn’t think that was a good idea. Ferguson spoke to you before he left?’

      ‘Yes, he said you were staying over. Suggested we followed him tomorrow afternoon.’

      ‘Yes, well that doesn’t take care of tonight. I expect you haven’t eaten a thing all day so I suggest we go out for a meal and don’t start saying no.’

      ‘I wouldn’t dream of it, Captain.’ He saluted.

      ‘Don’t fool around. There must be somewhere close by that you like.’

      ‘There is indeed. Let me get a coat and I’ll be right with you.’

      It was a typical little side-street bistro, simple and unpretentious, booths to give privacy and cooking smells from the kitchen that were out of this world. Brosnan ordered champagne.

      ‘Krug?’ she said when the bottle came.

      ‘They know me here.’

      ‘Always champagne with you?’

      ‘I was shot in the stomach years ago. It gave me problems. The doctors said no spirits under any circumstances, no red wine. Champagne was okay. Did you notice the name of this place?’

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