Castigo Cay by Matthew Bracken

Author:Matthew Bracken
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Mystery, Action & Adventure, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers, Genre Fiction, Thriller, Literature & Fiction
ISBN: 9780972831048
Publisher: Steelcutter Pub.
Published: 2011-05-02T06:00:00+00:00

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I pushed through revolving doors and felt a blast of alpine air that can only be created in the South Florida summer heat by industrial-size air conditioners fed by a nearby nuclear power plant. It was a welcome shock to be back in the first-world climate-control bubble. And a major bubble it was, inside the sprawling Fontainebleau complex. When had I last enjoyed such major-league air conditioning? Months ago, before the Bahamas, but I couldn’t remember when or where. Probably in the Dominican Republic, in a bank or a government office.

The lobby spread before me in many directions. Immediately inside the revolving doors was a security area, theoretically to assure our mutual safety by checking new arrivals for dangerous contraband. After passing through a metal detection portal, I was given a secondary wanding of my belt buckle by a uniformed Fontainebleau security guard. My leather valise was opened and given a cursory look at an inspection table, and only then I was admitted into the lobby proper. Art and architecture in every direction. Intricate black-and-white marble floors. Every wall, every ceiling, every surface was decorated with artwork, from museum-quality sculptures to furniture fit for royalty—or at least for movie stars and other celebrities.

I wished Victor was with me. When he wanted to, Doctor Aleman oozed European higher education and academic purpose. He had worked for NGOs, nongovernmental organizations, as a physician, so he could blend well among this crowd if he chose to. But I needed him to help guard Rebel Yell and be ready to move it with Tran’s help, if necessary. Safely moving the sixty-footer from port to port was a two-man job for anyone other than me.

Tasteful signs on easels and wall mounts directed me to the Renewable and Sustainable Energy Conference check-in tables. I scanned the lobby for other symposium attendees, found some by their badges, and angled past them for a closer look. Relief. My own bootlegged paper badges appeared to be identical to the real McCoy, but the clear plastic sleeves Sharon and Mike had scrounged up were not the same as the ones being issued here. I drifted back toward the check-in table. A stream of new arrivals kept two middle-aged women busy logging names onto a pair of computers, and then printing and handing out the newly minted badges.

On the end of the table was a basket full of empty plastic sleeves with silver spring clips at the top. I slipped two of them into a conference brochure, easy sleight-of-hand, and headed for the lobby men’s room. The bathroom was fifty feet of matched marble parquet floors and hand-painted tiles, befitting the elites who could pay the three-thousand-dollars-a-night tariff for a single bed in the Fontainebleau.

Like all good spies, I did my private tradecraft behind a closed stall door in the men’s room. Kelly had printed my two badges with an extra-wide colored border, because she couldn’t be certain of the exact dimensions of the badge holders. I had to fold the blue edges back just a bit in order to make the paper fit exactly.

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