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"Andrew, you son of a bitch-get in here." The Stockholm concert hall shimmered away and Andrew was in his office. Ta
He needs me, Andrew thought happily. He slowly rose and walked into his brother's office.
"I'm here," Andrew said.
"Yes, I see that," Ta
"I have a few things to teach you, big brother. Divide and conquer." There was a note of satisfaction in Ta
They know we're looking for them, to kill them, and they're trying to stay out of sight. Where would they go to hide, Andrew?" Andrew looked at his brother for a moment. "I-I don't know." "There are two ways to find out. First, we'll try the Cartesian method, logic, building our solution one step at a time. Let's reason it out." Andrew looked at him and said vacuously, "Whatever you say…" Ta
Do you remember Sonja Verbrugge in Berlin? We finessed her with that instant message on her computer. She went to the Artemisia Hotel because it was for women only, so she thought she would be safe. Well, I think Mesdames Stevens and Harris would feel the same way. So where would that leave us?" He turned to look at his brother again. Andrew's eyes were closed. He was asleep. Furious, Ta
Andrew jerked awake. "What-?" "Pay attention when I'm talking to you, you cretin." "I-I'm sorry, Ta
"The El Carmelo Residence on West Fourteenth Street… Centro Maria Residence on West Fifty-fourth Street… The Parkside Evangeline on Gramercy South, and the Wilton Hotel for Women." He looked up and smiled. "That's where Cartesian logic tells us they might be, Andrew.
Now let's see what technology tells us." Ta
"Do you remember what this is, Andrew? You used to operate this equipment. In fact, you were so good at it, I was jealous of you. It's a Global Positioning System. With this, we can locate anyone in the world. Remember?" Andrew nodded, fighting to stay awake.
"When the ladies left my office, I gave each of them my business card. The cards have microdot computer chips about the size of a grain of sand imbedded in them.
That signal is picked up by satellite, and when the Global Positioning System is activated, it pinpoints their exact location." He turned to his brother. "Do you understand?" Andrew swallowed. "I-I-yes, Ta
Ta
"There's the Tequila Restaurant… a pharmacy… Saint Vincent's Hospital…
Banana Republic… Our Lady of Guadalupe Church." The light stopped. A note of victory came into Ta
"Will I be going to-you know-Sweden, to pick up my Nobel Prize they just gave me?" "No, Andrew. That was seven years ago." "Oh." Andrew turned and shuffled back to his office.
Ta
HE HAD BEEN involved in a complicated logistics mishap when his secretary's voice came over the intercom. "Zurich is on the line for you, Mr. Kingsley." "I'm too busy for-never mind. I'll talk to them." He picked up the phone. "Yes?" As Ta
We're flying to Zurich. There will be two passengers."
MADELEINE SMITH WAS seated in a booth at La Rotonde, one of the finest restaurants in Zurich.
She was in her early thirties, with a lovely oval face, bobbed hair, and a beautiful complexion. She was visibly pregnant.
Ta
Ta
"I am happy to meet you." She had a lilting Swiss accent. "At first, when I got the call, I thought it was a joke." "Why?" "Well, you are such an important man and when they said you were coming to Zurich just to see me, I could not imagine-" Ta
How long have you been with Tokyo First Industrial?" "Seven years." "Well, seven is your lucky number, because I'm offering you a job at KIG at twice what you're making now, and you'll be in charge of your own department and-" "Oh, Mr. Kingsley!" She was beaming.
"Are you interested, Madeleine?" "Oh, yes! I am very interested. Of course I could not start right now." Ta