DeMille, Nelson - Corey 02 by Lion's Game

Author:Lion's Game [Game, Lion's]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-05-09T18:17:25+00:00

"Yeah. I haven't seen one of those in lots of years.”

"It will bring back memories.”

"Yeah.”

Khalil stared out at the landscape below. How ironic, he thought, that he'd just come from killing this man's comrade, and now this man was transporting him to where Asad Khalil would kill another of his comrades.

He wondered if this man beside him would appreciate the irony.

Asad Khalil sat back and looked into the sky. As the sun began to set, he said his required prayers to himself and added, "God has blessed my Jihad, God has confused my enemies, God has delivered them to me-- God is great.”

Bill Satherwaite asked, "You say something?”

"I just thanked God for a good day, and asked him to bless my trip to America.”

"Yeah? Ask him to do me a couple of favors, too.”

"I did. He will.”

"*

CHAPTER 40

As the cab moved away from Federal Plaza, Kate asked me, "Are you coming in this time? Or do you need your sleep?”

This sounded a wee bit like a taunt, perhaps even a challenge to my manhood. The woman was learning what buttons to push. I said, "I'm coming up. You say 'up/ not 'in.'" "Whatever.”

We sat in the taxi in relative silence. Traffic was moderate, a passing April shower made the streets shine, and the taxi driver was from Croatia. I always ask. I'm doing a survey.

Anyway, we got to Kate's apartment house, and I paid the cab, which included the trip from JFK, and waiting time. I also carried her suitcase.

There's no such thing as free sex, by the way.

The doorman opened the door, wondering, I'm sure, why Ms.

Mayfield left with a suitcase and came back a few hours later with the same suitcase and a man. I hope it bothers him all night.

We went up the elevator and into her apartment on the fourteenth floor.

It was a small, basic white-wall rental, carpetless oak floors, and minimal modern furniture. There were no living plants, no wall art, no sculpture, no knickknacks, and thank God, no sign of a cat. A wall unit was crammed with books, a TV set, and a CD player, whose speakers were on the floor.

390 Nelson DeMille There was a sort of open galley kitchen into which Ms. Mayfield entered and opened a cupboard. She said, "Scotch?”

"Please." I put the suitcase and my briefcase down.

She put the Scotch bottle on the breakfast counter between the kitchen and the dining area that had no dining table. I sat on a stool at the breakfast counter, and she put down two glasses and ice and poured.

"Soda?”

"No, thanks.”

We touched glasses and drank. She poured again and finished another few ounces of Scotch.

She asked me, "Did you have dinner?”

"No. But I'm not hungry.”

"Good. But I have some snacks." She opened a cupboard and took out some god-awful stuff--things in big cellophane bags with weird names like Crunch-Os. She ate a handful of orange caterpillars, or whatever.

She poured herself another Scotch, then went over to the CD and put on a disk. It was an old Billie Holiday.

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