The Mediterranean Caper (D.1) by Clive Cussler

Author:Clive Cussler [Cussler, Clive]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mediterranean Region, Action & Adventure, Dirk (Fictitious Character), Pitt, Fiction, Suspense, Adventure Stories, General, Espionage
ISBN: 9780425197394
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 1973-01-02T07:00:00+00:00

"A most stimulating little scene," said Zeno impatiently. "Come along, Inspector Zacynthus rapidly loses all compassion when he is kept waiting."

Zeno dropped about five paces behind the group, holding the automatic at hip level Darius then escorted them across the football field length of the building, up a rickety flight of wooden stairs that led to a hallway, lined on both sides by several doors. Darius paused at the second door on the Left and pushed it open, motioning Pitt and Giordino inside. Teri started to follow but was suddenly halted by a huge barrel of an arm.

"Not you," Darius grunted.

Pitt whirled around, anger clouding his face. "She stays with us," he said coldly.

"No need to play rescuing hero," Zeno said lightly, reinforced with an expression of seriousness. "I promise you, no harm will come to her."

Pitt studied Zeno's face carefully, finding no sign of treachery. For some strange reason Pitt experienced a marked degree of trust in his captor.

"I'll take you at your word," he growled.

"Don't worry, Dirk," Teri threw an icy look at Zeno. "As soon as this stupid inspector, whoever he is, finds out who I am, we'll all be free of these wretched people."

Zeno ignored her and nodded at Darius. "Guard our friends here, guard them closely. I suspect they're very cunning."

"I'll be alert," Darius promised confidently. He waited until Zeno and Teri, padding the dusty floor in her bare feet, were gone. Then he closed the door and leaned lazily against it, arms folded across his massive chest.

"Personally speaking," Giordino muttered, for the first time since the ride from the rains, "I prefer the accommodations at the Hotel San Quentin." His gaze focused on Darius. "At least the roaches weren't king size."

Pitt grinned at Giordino's insulting comment to Darius and scanned the room, taking in every detail of Its construction. It was small, no larger than nine by ten feet. The walls consisted of warped boards nailed crudely to warped support posts that stood facing inward at irregular intervals, in rotted and barren starkness. The room was void of any furniture and windowless; the only available light came through large horizontal cracks in the walls and a jagged hole in the

roof.

"If I was to guess," said Pitt. "I'd say this place was a deserted warehouse."

"you're close," Darius volunteered. "The Germans used this building for an ordnance depot when

they occupied the island in forty-two."

Pitt pulled out a cigarette and casually lit it. To offer Darius a cigarette would have immediately put the brute on his guard. Instead, Pitt took a step backward and began tossing the lighter in the air, each time tossing it a little higher till he noticed Darius following it

out of the corner of one eye. Once, twice, four times the lighter sailed into the air. On the fifth toss it fell through Pitt's fingers and clattered on the floor. He shrugged stupidly and bent down, picking it up.

Pitt charged Darius harder than he had ever charged any halfback, any quarterback, in his Air Force academy days.

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