Room 1515 by Bill Wetterman

Author:Bill Wetterman [Wetterman, Bill]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781463001179
Google: -vWtlwEACAAJ
Amazon: 1463001177
Publisher: Book Country Distribution
Published: 2012-08-14T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

As Peacock exited the elevator, Philip Martin waved her over. “Thank you so much for these directions, Laverna. They should cut the time to the airport by at least twenty minutes.”

You won’t thank me a few minutes from now.

“Bearing right onto B8 and bypassing E35 until closer to Frankfort avoids the construction.” She feigned a smile. “Arthur’s off to some boring meeting. Will you join me for breakfast?”

“I can’t.” He glanced at his watch. “I’m catching an 11:45 flight. The airport security screening will take over an hour as it is.”

He hesitated, then turned back to her. “You’re a shrewd woman, married to Pendleton, and working for him at the Emerald. I admire you.”

“Let him leave,” Rigel whispered. “Then follow him.”

“Safe trip back, Phil. Don’t be a stranger in Room 1515.”

Martin headed away and Peacock hurried to her car. She’d parked one level below him. If things went as planned, she’d catch up to him where the ramp onto B8 and Bonner Strasse was closed for repairs fourteen miles away from the Intercontinental Hotel. Herculean techs would take over from here overriding the GPS in Martin’s Passeo with directions of their own, leading the poor soul into a dead end with Peacock behind him.

“This payback is for revenge,” she said with a growl. Killing Martin wouldn’t be fun for either of them. For her a sadistic thrill, no more—no less.

Fifteen minutes later with Rigel’s help, Peacock pulled up at the dead end entrance ahead of Martin and out of sight. Martin’s car swung past her a moment later and onto the broad two-lane road. She pulled out and followed him for a quarter mile until the barriers blocked him. He waved to her when he saw her car pull up behind his. He got out of his car and called out. “Thank God you followed me.”

She opened her car door and waved. “I needed some fresh air and saw the road closed sign.”

She reached into her purse and pulled out her weapon of choice. A dart hit his neck and he fell lifeless to the ground. Peacock put the blowpipe back in her purse and tied Martin’s hands and feet. She pulled out an explosive device from her trunk and attached the weapon to the underside of his car next to the mud flaps. She set the timer for fifteen minutes and grabbed Martin’s briefcase. With Martin tied up, and he and his briefcase in the backseat of her car, she backed up and drove away.

Damn, she thought, I didn’t have to use any of my car toys.

Rigel directed her onto the Autobahnkreuz back toward Dusseldorf. At the speed she traveled, she’d be twenty miles from Martin’s car when the devise exploded. After the twenty minutes were up, she stopped at a shoe store and tried on some pumps. Her prey slept soundly in the back of her Aero.

Halfway between Dusseldorf and Duisburg, Peacock slowed and turned down a pebbled side road. She drove until she was well away from the highway, passing small farms until she came to a spot preselected by Hercules.

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