As Pascal edged to where the Lincoln was parked with the dark man following behind, his mind worked swiftly. Any moment from now, he felt the man behind might slip up. He might come too close before they got to the Lincoln. Then that would be his chance, he thought.
As they reached the Lincoln, the signaling lights of the Lincoln flashed. Pascal stopped abruptly, but the gun nudged him forward.“Get in the driver’s side.”With fallen shoulders, he got the car door open and got in. His gamble hadn’t come off. The thought that he might be dealing with a man as efficiently professional as himself brought cold sweat to his forehead.The dark man got in the back and settled himself directly behind Pascal.“Get us to the agency,” he said and relaxed back into the luxury of the car.Ten minutes of steady driving with the speedometer needle flickering over forty and fifty brought them to Rico Truck Agency.Pascal sounded the horn twice at the big gate. He had this sick feeling he was only a few minutes from death. He had to think of a way out, and he had to do that fast.“Listen, pal, I know the dude on today's shift; some slick fellow. He might be in one of these clubs in downtown Miami having himself a good time with some girl he's recently caught while we stay here hooting-”The abrupt movement of the gate stopped the words in his throat. The high beams of the Lincoln beamed on a rotund man in his late sixties as he rolled open the gate.Jason Carter had been gateman now for the past ten years. He was a man who hardly slept. He believed sleep was for the younger man. What all old men like him could do at night was lie in bed and relive good old memories. He had heard the Lincoln hoot, and surprised, he had rushed out to open the gate.“Tell him the boss wants to check some papers in his office shortly, that he should leave the gate open.” The dark man spoke for the first time since leaving the underground garage.Pascal engaged gear, drove through the gate and, as he paused beside Carter, he felt the barrel of the silencer dig into his side.“Speak out loud. I'd like to hear your voice,” the dark man whispered.He did as he was told and drove into the agency.Carter thought there was something wrong with Pascal. Well, maybe the young man isn't too happy to have had his sleep disturbed. Shrugging, he walked down to a chair in front of his lodge and sat down.Pascal brought the Lincoln to a stop between two trucks.“There's the boss’ office.” He pointed to the door at the end of a rectangular building lined with offices.The dark man got out of the car, then he signaled for Pascal to follow suit. Pascal dropped.“As we move to that office, you might have the temptation of sliding behind one of these trucks, but I assure you, such rash actions will be unhealthy. I'm after some files. Let me have them, and you'll be safe.”And with a rough shove from the gun, he set Pascal moving.Pascal peered at the face of the dark man before moving. He didn't make out much from the face as the man had his back to the security light and his face was in darkness.As they approached the truck, Pascal saw his chance of getting behind it. But, the words of the dark man echoed in his mind, “I'm after some files, let me have them, and you'll be safe.” Why not let him have them, then go after him later? He didn't know how fast this man was with a gun.As they passed the truck, Pascal told himself, if he were to try anything, it was now or never. If he waited for a second longer, the opportunity would pass. But he could not bring himself to do anything. The cold professional manner of the man behind him hinted at speed, and with the barrel of the gun, he could feel grinding into his spine, he warned himself against such foolishness.They reached the office.“Get the door open,” the dark man said from behind him.“I think we left behind a vital instrument. The…”He was still speaking when he felt the butt of the gun slammed down against the back of his neck.White-hot pain ran through him, and he stifled a cry. His left hand rubbed the back of his neck as his right hand felt in his pocket for a pick-lock.He found it, inserted it into the keyhole. It took him a few seconds to turn the lock and, opening the door, both men edged into the office.“Get your butt on the chair behind the desk. I want you where I can monitor you.” The dark man motioned him to the executive chair they could just make out in the darkness.With the pain still nudging him at the back of his neck and holding a hand to it, he moved compliantly as an obstinate child who had just been tamed. He reached behind the desk as the lights came up. The thought that with the light now, he could see the face of the dark man came to his mind, but he dared not turn around. Any movement he made now with his neck drove sharp pain down his spine.He continued to the chair, sat down, and looked up.His face suddenly went white, his mouth became dry as he stiffly gaped at the tall dark man standing a few feet from the door with the gun pointing at him.“Gorevoy?”Beads of sweat popped out from the side of his face and went trickling down to his neck. So, this was how it was, he thought, and suddenly; he was afraid to die.He attempted to shout for help. His mouth opened, but that was as far as he went. The slug caught him in the center of his forehead, shattering his brain.sGorevoy turned off the lights, edged out of the office, closed the door, and with the headlights of the Lincoln off, he drove out of the agency.Seated in the first-class cabin of a Boeing 747 flight; from New York to Florida, Miami. Natasha Orlova stared blankly through the window at the blue sky and white clouds.Her mind was unsettled. She turned her attention again to the white envelope, which she held in her hand. The words, drawn by the black ink, “To Natasha Orlova.” stared unfeelingly back at her.She couldn't help but take out the paper, unfold it, and read through its content yet again.The first sentence struck a knife into her heart. As she read further, each word pushed the knife deeper, each sentence twisted the blade in her heart.“Your father might still be alive. Ever since your conception, I promised myself I wouldn't let him know of you. He was bad. I wanted the best for you. But you struck a knife in my heart, child, as you gre
The plane touched down at 10:55 a.m. at the Miami International Airport. Among the passengers to leave the plane, Natasha alighted. A Hermes handbag hung over her left shoulder, a diamond and emerald necklace on her neck, and a small-sized leather traveling bag was on her right hand.She walked briskly to the Arrival center, passed the police control with a wide, sensual smile to the officer in control, and walked out into Miami's cold winter morning.She hurried to a waiting taxi, and as she opened the rear door, a hand dropped on her shoulder.Startled, she swiveled around. Seeing her husband, she relaxed, then smiled.“Are you going to enter that, not when I've been here for the past half hour waiting for you?” Rico said. A false, stern expression on his face. …Gorevoy Egorov came slowly and lazily awake. He turned over on the small-sized bed that barely fitted his muscular frame and grimaced as his leg contacted the floor. He dr
Gorevoy's face darkened.“He would know all right.”Jerry brought the coffee over, handed one to Gorevoy, and with the second cup, he sat down. He stared at Gorevoy for some time, hesitating. He hadn't missed the tightness in Gorevoy's voice.“Gorevoy, sometimes I wonder if Jamie wasn't behind the whole set-up. It was too glib that only you got implicated, and who gained most from it? Jamie!”Gorevoy said nothing, but Jerry who was watching him saw the muscles of his face twitch. He took a sip from his cup. “Things aren't the same way they used to be before you went in, Gorevoy... a lot has changed.”The corners of Gorevoy's mouth twisted into a sour smile. Looking at the old man was enough confirmation that a lot indeed had changed.Ten years ago, he had met Jerry at a cocktail party hosted by a man up the food chain in the drug business. The two had got talking. Jerry had taken a liking to him. After the party
It was his luck that as the traffic lights stopped him at an intersection leading onto Rico's apartment; he saw the Lincoln shoot out from a corner with the stream of traffic traveling down the avenue.He recognized it as Rico's, and immediately; he stamped on his brakes, engaged gear, maneuvered the compact car into the moving line of traffic, turning into the avenue, and went after the Lincoln.He parked the car in one of the empty bays in the enormous courtyard of the Miami International Airport, a good hundred yards from the Lincoln. He saw Rico get out of the car but remained in his.It wasn't long before he saw Rico returning to the car, a traveling bag in his hand, a woman by his side; a woman which he guessed would be his wife.He regarded the woman with professional interest. A beauty, he thought, and with a body as sensationally built as hers, he was well damn sure that one look of invitation from those whorish eyes would send fresh blood running down t
As Rico settled himself in the driver’s seat, Natasha asked, “Why are you the one driving today? What about Pascal?”“Developing feelings for him?” Rico said as he thumbed in the start button. “Well, a loving husband has taken his responsibility, today. Anything wrong with that?”“No... I'm just wondering how loving this husband is.” Natasha replied as they drove out of the airport. Halfway down the road, Rico glanced at her. She hadn't spoken since they left the airport. She appeared to be staring, lost in thought, through the windshield. The lines of exhaustion on her forehead and the dark rings under her eyes made it clear to him she lacked sleep and had a lot of thoughts running through her mind.But what could it be? Certainly not the loss of the old woman, for he knew no mother and daughter relationship existed between the two. She hadn't even bothered to tell him a thing about her. The only time he had
Gorevoy watched the Lincoln through the windshield, as it swung into the street, and came to a stop in front of the condominium. Rico and his wife got out, then he took out the traveling bag from the back seat of the car. They paused at the entrance to the building for Rico to answer a call. After the call, he saw Rico draw his wife close to him, whisper something in her ear, then in one swift movement that wasn't lost to his trained and alert eyes, Rico transferred something from the pocket of his overcoat to hers. A gun!He smiled his crooked smile. He guessed Pascal's body had been discovered, and now; Rico was giving his wife the weapon of Pascal’s death to get rid of. So, when Rico got back into his car and drove off, Gorevoy remained still to see what she would do.…A five-minute fast drive through the back street and alleys of downtown Miami brought Rico to the agency. He parked his car in one of the bays in the big compound and got out.A sh
“Whose?”“Yours.”Rico stiffened for a moment. He remained motionless as his mind worked swiftly, then he smiled; a smile that could almost pass for a grimace.“The killer should be smart enough to know that I have half this city's police force in my pocket. They wouldn’t touch me for a clumsy frame-up like this.” He crossed to where Cain stood. He took the case from him, examined it, and rolled it between his fingers, his mind working.“What do you suggest we do with the body, Mr. Rico? Mario's still in our debt. This is just right up his alley. He could clean this up, while we later hunt down Pascal's killer.”“What if that is exactly what the killer wants us to do? For me, I see a man who wants to get rid of another man but doesn't want to be landed with a body. So what does he do? He pushes his dirty work to me.” He paused, then asked abruptly, &ldqu
Rico rapped on the door to Pascal's apartment, then thumbed the bull push. He listened to the distant sound of the bell. There was a brief delay, then he heard the thud of naked feet approach.“Who is it?” A woman's voice came from the flat.“Jamie,” Rico returned.He heard the door chain slid back, then the door opened. Rose Alison appeared in the doorway. She smiled at him, but he could see it wasn't an easy smile. Then she stepped aside and motioned him into the room.“Come in,” she said.She was dark, with brunette wavy hair. Her body was pleasantly thick with provocative curves, her dark eyes, which were usually alive with energy, showed she was nervous.She usually visited Pascal twice a week and stayed over on weekends, but today was a weekday and her day off. So, she had come prepared, with her plans; a long list of unspeakable things to do to Pascal.Rico could see the outline of her heavy breast with its hard nipple pointing straight at him from under