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who wanted to keep Israel in a vulnerable and therefore more pliable position.
Nicholas Kiskalesi was never mentioned although he had profited by some eight hundred million dollars.
“A new way to liquidate a corporation?” Adriana commented with the merest trace of a smile when she read about the Cilek murders.
“Nothing in the world is new,” replied Nicky with an opaque smile of his own.
He did not tell Adriana about Gavin’s letter and its accusations although he was furious. He knew Jenkins was far too shrewd to have sent him a carbon without placing the original in the hands of someone who would be able to hurt him.
Nicholas Kiskalesi could not risk having Gavin killed and thus he wrote the check for eight million dollars. No one — except Nicky and, of course, Gavin — knew that Sadun’s murder had turned Gavin Jenkins into a multimillionaire.
Gavin flew from Istanbul to London, and then, while waiting for the connecting flight to New York, he sent the cable.
Cleo was waiting for him at the transatlantic passengers’ arrival area.
“How many other men have proposed by transatlantic cable?” he asked, taking her into his arms.
“Only you,” she said.
Three days later — three days of lovemaking and bringing each other up-to-date — Cleo asked the question that had been on her mind. The newspapers reported that Sadun’s entire staff had been beheaded — even the girl, Seema.
“How did you get away?” she asked. “Why didn’t they kill you, too?”
“That letter I sent you?” Gavin said. “The one I told you to put in your safe-deposit box?”
Cleo nodded.
“There’s another copy—”
”There is?” she replied. “Who has it?”
“I’m not going to tell you because it would put you in danger,” he said. “All I’ll say is that letter saved my life.”
One other name was missing from the list of Cilek dead: Rudy Sarvo.
The day after the murders he boarded Pan American flight Number One from Istanbul to New York City. From there, he would proceed by domestic carrier to Denver.
He was carrying with him a sealed bid of $641.1 million for the oil-shale-development rights on a five-thousand-acre tract two hundred miles due west of Denver.
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While Gavin and Cleo honeymooned in Bermuda, Cleo left instructions for her decorator in New York. She wanted certain changes made to her apartment before bringing Gavin back to New York and his new home. She asked for the master bedroom, formerly feminine and pastel, to be made bolder and more masculine and she had the guest suite converted into an office.
When they returned to the city, Cleo reached into her handbag for the gold monogrammed door key she had ordered from Tiffany’s for him and presented it to him.
“For the man who has everything,” she said, pressing it into his hand.
“For the man who has
you
, which is the same thing,” he replied, picking her up and carrying her across the threshold. “What plans do we have for tonight?”
For an answer Cleo ran her right forefinger up the zipper of his trousers, making a scratching noise as her nail scraped against the metal teeth.
“But first, the guided tour,” she said. The living room had a view of Central Park. The furniture was comfortable. “Perfect for entertaining—”
There was a servants’ wing, a kitchen and pantry and a dining room. Then Cleo led Gavin to the former guest suite. His office had oak-paneled walls and built-in bookcases filled with medical journals, reference volumes and textbooks. The patients’ waiting room was sunny and comfortable, its coffee tables displaying the latest magazines and newspapers.
“You’re incredible,” Gavin said.
“All I needed was the right inspiration.
You
,” she smiled, leading him to the bedroom. “It’s hard to believe I lived without you for so long. I don’t want to ever again—”
“You won’t,” he said, taking her into his arms. “I promise—”
“I wonder why it took us so long to get
Nicholas Kiskalesi was never mentioned although he had profited by some eight hundred million dollars.
“A new way to liquidate a corporation?” Adriana commented with the merest trace of a smile when she read about the Cilek murders.
“Nothing in the world is new,” replied Nicky with an opaque smile of his own.
He did not tell Adriana about Gavin’s letter and its accusations although he was furious. He knew Jenkins was far too shrewd to have sent him a carbon without placing the original in the hands of someone who would be able to hurt him.
Nicholas Kiskalesi could not risk having Gavin killed and thus he wrote the check for eight million dollars. No one — except Nicky and, of course, Gavin — knew that Sadun’s murder had turned Gavin Jenkins into a multimillionaire.
Gavin flew from Istanbul to London, and then, while waiting for the connecting flight to New York, he sent the cable.
Cleo was waiting for him at the transatlantic passengers’ arrival area.
“How many other men have proposed by transatlantic cable?” he asked, taking her into his arms.
“Only you,” she said.
Three days later — three days of lovemaking and bringing each other up-to-date — Cleo asked the question that had been on her mind. The newspapers reported that Sadun’s entire staff had been beheaded — even the girl, Seema.
“How did you get away?” she asked. “Why didn’t they kill you, too?”
“That letter I sent you?” Gavin said. “The one I told you to put in your safe-deposit box?”
Cleo nodded.
“There’s another copy—”
”There is?” she replied. “Who has it?”
“I’m not going to tell you because it would put you in danger,” he said. “All I’ll say is that letter saved my life.”
One other name was missing from the list of Cilek dead: Rudy Sarvo.
The day after the murders he boarded Pan American flight Number One from Istanbul to New York City. From there, he would proceed by domestic carrier to Denver.
He was carrying with him a sealed bid of $641.1 million for the oil-shale-development rights on a five-thousand-acre tract two hundred miles due west of Denver.
18
While Gavin and Cleo honeymooned in Bermuda, Cleo left instructions for her decorator in New York. She wanted certain changes made to her apartment before bringing Gavin back to New York and his new home. She asked for the master bedroom, formerly feminine and pastel, to be made bolder and more masculine and she had the guest suite converted into an office.
When they returned to the city, Cleo reached into her handbag for the gold monogrammed door key she had ordered from Tiffany’s for him and presented it to him.
“For the man who has everything,” she said, pressing it into his hand.
“For the man who has
you
, which is the same thing,” he replied, picking her up and carrying her across the threshold. “What plans do we have for tonight?”
For an answer Cleo ran her right forefinger up the zipper of his trousers, making a scratching noise as her nail scraped against the metal teeth.
“But first, the guided tour,” she said. The living room had a view of Central Park. The furniture was comfortable. “Perfect for entertaining—”
There was a servants’ wing, a kitchen and pantry and a dining room. Then Cleo led Gavin to the former guest suite. His office had oak-paneled walls and built-in bookcases filled with medical journals, reference volumes and textbooks. The patients’ waiting room was sunny and comfortable, its coffee tables displaying the latest magazines and newspapers.
“You’re incredible,” Gavin said.
“All I needed was the right inspiration.
You
,” she smiled, leading him to the bedroom. “It’s hard to believe I lived without you for so long. I don’t want to ever again—”
“You won’t,” he said, taking her into his arms. “I promise—”
“I wonder why it took us so long to get
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