Prince of fire by Daniel Silva

Author:Daniel Silva [Daniel Silva]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Policier
ISBN: 9780141024158
Published: 2006-02-07T00:00:00+00:00

IT WAS RAINING in Frankfurt that evening—the Lufthansa pilot had made that abundantly clear. He’d spoken of the rain while they were still on the ground in Cairo, and twice during the flight he’d provided them tedious updates. Gabriel had latched onto the pilot’s plodding voice, for it had given him something to do besides stare at his wristwatch and calculate the hours until Khaled’s next massacre of innocents. As they neared Frankfurt he leaned his head against the glass and looked out, hoping to glimpse the first lights of the south German plain, but instead he saw only blackness. The jetliner plunged into the cloud, and his window was awash with horizontal streaks of rainwater—and Gabriel, in the scampering droplets, saw Khaled’s teams moving into position for their next strike. Then suddenly the runway appeared, a sheet of polished black marble rising slowly to receive them, and they were down.

In the terminal he went to a telephone kiosk and dialed the number for a freight forwarding company in Brussels. He identified himself as Stevens, one of his many telephone names, and asked to speak to a Mr. Parsons. He heard a series of clicks and hums, then a female voice, distant and with a slight echo. The girl, Gabriel knew, was at that moment seated on the Operations Control desk at King Saul Boulevard.

“What do you require?” she asked.

“Voice identification.”

“You have a recording?”

“Yes.”

“Quality?”

Gabriel, using Hebrew terms no listener could comprehend, tersely relayed to the girl the technical means with which he had captured and recorded the subject’s voice.

“Play the recording, please.”

Gabriel pressed PLAY and held his recorder up to the mouthpiece of the receiver. Male voice, perfect French.

“It’s me. Give me a ring when you have a chance. Nothing urgent. Ciao.”

He lowered the tape player and placed the receiver against his ear.

“No match on file,” said the woman.

“Compare to unidentified voiceprint 698/D.”

“Stand by.” Then, a moment later: “It’s a match.”

“I need a telephone number ID.”

Gabriel located the second intercept, then pressed PLAY and held the recorder up to the phone again. It was the sound of Mimi Ferrere making an international call from the phone in her office. When the last number had been dialed, Gabriel pressed PAUSE.

The woman at the other end of the line recited the number: 00 33 91 54 67 98. Gabriel knew that 33 was the country code for France and that 91 was the city code for Marseilles.

“Run it,” he said.

“Stand by.”

Two minutes later the woman said: “The telephone is registered to a Monsieur Paul Véran, 56 boulevard St-Rémy, Marseilles.”

“I need another voice identification.”

“Quality?”

“Same as before.”

“Play the recording.”

Gabriel pressed PLAY, but this time the voice was drowned out by the sound of a security announcement, in German, blaring from the speaker above his head: Achtung! Achtung! When it was over, he pressed PLAY again. This time the voice, a woman’s, was clearly audible.

“It’s me. Where are you? Call me when you can. Much love.”

STOP.

“No match on file.”

“Compare to unidentified voiceprint 572/B.”

“Stand by.” Then: “It’s a match.

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