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      Half an hour later, at Nice airport, a converted Boeing 727 was slowly taxiing down the runway to the takeoff point. Up in the tower, the flight controller said, ‘They certainly are in a hurry to get that plane off the ground. The pilot has asked for a clearance three times.’

      ‘Whose plane is it?’

      ‘Harry Stanford. King Midas himself.’

      ‘He’s probably on his way to make another billion or two.’

      The controller turned to monitor a Learjet taking off, then picked up the microphone. ‘Boeing eight nine five Papa, this is Nice departure control. You are cleared for takeoff. Five left. After departure, turn right to a heading of one four zero.’

      Harry Stanford’s pilot and copilot exchanged a relieved look. The pilot pressed the microphone button. ‘Roger. Boeing eight nine five Papa is cleared for takeoff. Will turn right to one four zero.’

      A moment later, the huge plane thundered down the runway and knifed into the gray dawn sky.

      The copilot spoke into the microphone again. ‘Departure, Boeing eight nine five Papa is climbing out of three thousand for flight level seven zero.’

      The copilot turned to the pilot. ‘Whew! Old Man Stanford was sure anxious for us to get off the ground, wasn’t he?’

      The pilot shrugged. Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die. How’s he doing back there?’

      The copilot rose and stepped to the door of the cockpit, and looked into the cabin. ‘He’s resting.’

      They telephoned the airport tower from the car.

      ‘Mr Stanford’s plane … Is it still on the ground?’

      ‘Non, monsieur. It has departed.’

      ‘Did the pilot file a flight plan?’

      ‘Of course, monsieur.’

      ‘To where?’

      ‘The plane is headed for JKF.’

      ‘Thank you.’ He turned to his companion. ‘Kennedy. We’ll have people there to meet him.’

      When the Renault passed the outskirts of Monte Carlo, speeding toward the Italian border, Harry Stanford said, ‘There’s no chance that we were followed, Dmitri?’

      ‘No, sir. We’ve lost them.’

      ‘Good.’ Harry Stanford leaned back in his seat and relaxed. There was nothing to worry about. They would be tracking the plane. He reviewed the situation in his mind. It was really a question of what they knew and when they knew it. They were jackals following the trail of a lion, hoping to bring him down. Harry Stanford smiled to himself. They had underestimated the man they were dealing with. Others who had made that mistake had paid dearly for it. Someone would also pay this time. He was Harry Stanford, the confidant of presidents and kings, powerful and rich enough to make or break the economies of a dozen countries.

      The 727 was in the skies over Marseilles. The pilot spoke into the microphone. ‘Marseilles, Boeing eight nine five Papa is with you, climbing out of flight level one nine zero for flight level two three zero.’

      ‘Roger.’

      The Renault reached San Remo shortly after dawn. Harry Stanford had fond memories of the city, but it had changed drastically. He remembered a time when it had been an elegant town with first-class hotels and restaurants, and a casino where black tie was required and where fortunes could be lost or won in an evening. Now it had succumbed to tourism, with loud-mouthed patrons gambling in their shirtsleeves.

      The Renault was approaching the harbor, twelve miles from the French-Italian border. There were two marinas at the harbor, Marina Porto Sole to the east, and Porto Communale to the west. In Porto Sole, a marine attendant directed the berthing. In Porto Communale, there was no attendant.

      ‘Which one?’ Dmitri asked.

      ‘Porto Communale,’ Stanford directed. The fewer people around, the better.

      ‘Yes, sir.’

      A few minutes later, the Renault pulled up next to the Blue Skies, a sleek hundred-and-eighty-foot motor yacht. Captain Vacarro and the crew of twelve were lined up on deck. The captain hurried down the gangplank to greet the new arrivals.

      ‘Good morning, Signor Stanford,’ Captain Vacarro said. ‘We’ll take your luggage, and …’

      ‘No luggage. Let’s shove off.’

      ‘Yes, sir.’

      ‘Wait a minute.’ Stanford was studying the crew. He frowned. The man on the end. He’s new, isn’t he?’

      ‘Yes, sir. Our cabin boy got sick in Capri, and we took on this one. He’s highly –’

      ‘Get rid of him,’ Stanford ordered.

      The captain looked at him, puzzled. ‘Get …?’

      ‘Pay him off. Let’s get out of here.’

      Captain Vacarro nodded. ‘Right, sir.’

      Looking around, Harry Stanford was filled with an increasing sense of foreboding. He could almost reach out and touch it. He did not want any strangers near him. Captain Vacarro and his crew had been with him for years. He could trust them. He turned to look at the girl. Since Dmitri had picked her up at random, here was no danger there. And as for Dmitri, his faithful bodyguard had saved his life more than once. Stanford turned to Dmitri. ‘Stay close to me.’

      ‘Yes, sir.’

      Stanford took Sophia’s arm. ‘Let’s go aboard, my dear.’

      Dmitri Kaminsky stood on deck, watching the crew prepare to cast off. He scanned the harbor, but he saw nothing to be alarmed about. At this time of the morning, there was very little activity. The yacht’s huge generators burst into life, and the vessel got under weigh.

      The captain approached Harry Stanford. ‘You didn’t say where we were heading, Signor Stanford.’

      ‘No, I didn’t, did I, captain?’ He thought for a moment. ‘Portofino.’

      ‘Yes, sir.’

      ‘By the way, I want you to maintain strict radio silence.’

      Captain Vacarro frowned. ‘Radio silence? Yes, sir, but what if …?’

      Harry Stanford said, ‘Don’t worry about it. Just do it. And I don’t want anyone using the satellite phones.’

      ‘Right, sir. Will we be laying over in Portofino?’

      ‘I’ll let you know, captain.’

      Harry Stanford took Sophia on a tour of the yacht. It was one of his prized possessions, and he enjoyed showing it off. It was a breathtaking СКАЧАТЬ