The Cassandra Compact by Robert Ludlum Philip Shelby

Author:Robert Ludlum, Philip Shelby
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2013-03-03T11:42:33.968000+00:00

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"Where are we going?"

The heavily tinted glass between the front and rear compartments prevented Adam Treloar from seeing the driver. His voice, coming through hidden speakers, had a raspy quality.

"There is no need for concern, Dr. Treloar. Arrangements have been made. Please sit back and enjoy the ride. There will be no further communication until we've reached our destination."

Treloar's eyes darted to the door locks. He pushed the button to raise them, but to no avail.

What's happening here?

No matter how hard he tried to calm himself, Treloar could not erase the image of Smith: on the plane, in the customs area, spotting him, the recognition dawning across his face. Treloar considered it a miracle that the transfer bus had pulled away from its bay before, Smith managed to get onboard. But that hadn't stopped him. Smith was like some savage hound, refusing to give up the chase. Treloar had caught a glimpse of him in the main terminal, just seconds before he'd raced through the exit doors. But even then Smith had almost caught up to him. Treloar recoiled when he flashed on the hand curling over the door handle, trying to force it open.

I'm safe now, he thought, trying to reassure himself. The car was waiting as they promised. Smith won't be able to touch me where I'm going.

The rationale provided some comfort, but it could not still other questions: Why was Smith after him? Did he suspect that Treloar was carrying the smallpox? Did he know?

Impossible!

Treloar was well versed in the protocols regarding a bioweapons alert. If Smith had had the slightest suspicion that he was the courier, Treloar never would have made it off the jetway without being arrested.

Then why? What had prompted Smith to focus on him?

Treloar sat back in the soft leather seat, gazing out at what appeared to be nightscape. The car was moving swiftly along the highway that led from the industrial parks around Dulles into the city proper. The driver didn't seem to be worried about being stopped for speeding.

Just as well, as far as Treloar was concerned. The sooner they reached their destination, the sooner he would have his answers.

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The news of Adam Treloar's escape did not sit well with Nathaniel Klein.

"I know you did your best, Jon," he said, speaking over a secure line. "But now we have Beria and Treloar to deal with."

Smith was huddled next to a pillar outside the main terminal.

"I understand, sir. But with Treloar, we have a break. The tags on the car that picked him up were government."

"I'm running them even as we speak," Klein replied. "What I don't understand is why he bolted."

"Because he's guilty, sir," Smith said coldly. "There was no reason for Treloar to evade me. It was clear that he remembered me from Houston. So why run? What was he so afraid of?" Smith paused. "And where was he going in such a hurry? He didn't even pick up his luggage."

"But according to you, he had a carry-on."

"That he was holding on to as if the crown jewels were inside.

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