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Authors: Stephen Mertz
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the old days. I expect it's been years since he had an unwanted visitor. People do tend to grow careless after a while."
"Not you," Carol said.
"I'm still too much in the game. The don hasn't been a player for a long time now, not if what you told me about him is true. I don't mean that we can walk up to the front door and ring the bell, but we can get in.
"We aren't going to do anything that would attract the attention of the police. I don't want to kill anyone. I don't even want to hurt anyone. Not until I find out what I want to know. I just want to ask the don a few simple questions in the privacy of his own home."
"A soft probe?" Carol asked.
"Right. We go in, we come out. No one's the wiser, if the don is cooperative. If he's not . . . " He looked closer at the floorplan printouts on the screen. "I think I see our way in . . ."
"He may be old, and he may be out of touch," Carol objected, "but he'll still be heavily guarded. And the guards can't all be expected to be lazy and careless."
"Let's see if there's not more information in that computer," Stone said. "They might not know about the systems he uses, but they'll know about guards and animals."
Carol tapped the keys.
The information began to appear.
Stone smiled grimly. "We can handle that. Hog and Loughlin have had enough sleep. I'll go wake them up."
A t Williams's insistence, Mike Bass had checked all the rental agencies for the hour after the arrival of Stone's flight.
Though Stone had used a false name to rent the Toyota, Benton and Ferguson had taken around a snapshot, which had been identified by the Avis clerk. They got the license number of the car, and a description of it.
Immediately, Bass got in touch with his contacts on the police force, who got a description of the car and the plate numbers on the air.
A patrol car spotted them heading down 95 toward Coral Gables and got the word to headquarters, who relayed it to Bass and Williams.
"Tell the patrol car to stay on their tail! If they lose them, we'll bust the cops back to the academy! Tell them we're on the way!" Williams was practically frothing as he relayed the orders. "Let's go!"
He and Bass headed for their car.
I t was Carol who spotted the tail. She was the driver. "There's a marked car hanging on our tail," she informed her passengers.
"Where the hell did he come from?" Stone wondered.
"I don't know, but there he is. There's not enough traffic to hide him tonight."
"Can you lose him?"
"In a Toyota? I can try."
Carol stomped the accelerator and sped down the nearest exit ramp, ripping onto the service road at something far above a safe speed.
"Hot damn!" Hog roared from the rear seat as Carol took the first right turn, throwing Loughlin over into Hog in the crowded car. "Does this mean we're engaged?"
"I bloody well hope not," the Brit returned. "My mother would never understand."
Carol shot the little white car through a series of sharp rights, then a few lefts. She knew that in speed the Corolla was no match for the police car. Her only chance was to outmaneuver them.
It wasn't going to be easy. The police had taken Williams's threat to heart, and the driver was hanging in like a madman. They flew down residential streets and past businesses. "Hey!" Hog yelled. "Ain't that the Orange Bowl?" Stone took a quick glance. Sure enough, he could see the outlines of the stadium in the distance.
"I saw the Dolphins play there once," Hog informed them, as happy as if he were on a sightseeing tour. "It was when Griese was the quarterback. That Marino kid is good, all right, but Griese really had a touch on the ball. He threw for over three hundred yards that day."
Carol took another sharp right, tossing Hog around in the seat and taking away his view of the stadium. "Are they still behind us?" she asked.
Stone checked. "Yes. But no closer."
If she had known the area, Carol would have found her job easier. As it was, she had to keep moving while trying not to get lost
"Not you," Carol said.
"I'm still too much in the game. The don hasn't been a player for a long time now, not if what you told me about him is true. I don't mean that we can walk up to the front door and ring the bell, but we can get in.
"We aren't going to do anything that would attract the attention of the police. I don't want to kill anyone. I don't even want to hurt anyone. Not until I find out what I want to know. I just want to ask the don a few simple questions in the privacy of his own home."
"A soft probe?" Carol asked.
"Right. We go in, we come out. No one's the wiser, if the don is cooperative. If he's not . . . " He looked closer at the floorplan printouts on the screen. "I think I see our way in . . ."
"He may be old, and he may be out of touch," Carol objected, "but he'll still be heavily guarded. And the guards can't all be expected to be lazy and careless."
"Let's see if there's not more information in that computer," Stone said. "They might not know about the systems he uses, but they'll know about guards and animals."
Carol tapped the keys.
The information began to appear.
Stone smiled grimly. "We can handle that. Hog and Loughlin have had enough sleep. I'll go wake them up."
A t Williams's insistence, Mike Bass had checked all the rental agencies for the hour after the arrival of Stone's flight.
Though Stone had used a false name to rent the Toyota, Benton and Ferguson had taken around a snapshot, which had been identified by the Avis clerk. They got the license number of the car, and a description of it.
Immediately, Bass got in touch with his contacts on the police force, who got a description of the car and the plate numbers on the air.
A patrol car spotted them heading down 95 toward Coral Gables and got the word to headquarters, who relayed it to Bass and Williams.
"Tell the patrol car to stay on their tail! If they lose them, we'll bust the cops back to the academy! Tell them we're on the way!" Williams was practically frothing as he relayed the orders. "Let's go!"
He and Bass headed for their car.
I t was Carol who spotted the tail. She was the driver. "There's a marked car hanging on our tail," she informed her passengers.
"Where the hell did he come from?" Stone wondered.
"I don't know, but there he is. There's not enough traffic to hide him tonight."
"Can you lose him?"
"In a Toyota? I can try."
Carol stomped the accelerator and sped down the nearest exit ramp, ripping onto the service road at something far above a safe speed.
"Hot damn!" Hog roared from the rear seat as Carol took the first right turn, throwing Loughlin over into Hog in the crowded car. "Does this mean we're engaged?"
"I bloody well hope not," the Brit returned. "My mother would never understand."
Carol shot the little white car through a series of sharp rights, then a few lefts. She knew that in speed the Corolla was no match for the police car. Her only chance was to outmaneuver them.
It wasn't going to be easy. The police had taken Williams's threat to heart, and the driver was hanging in like a madman. They flew down residential streets and past businesses. "Hey!" Hog yelled. "Ain't that the Orange Bowl?" Stone took a quick glance. Sure enough, he could see the outlines of the stadium in the distance.
"I saw the Dolphins play there once," Hog informed them, as happy as if he were on a sightseeing tour. "It was when Griese was the quarterback. That Marino kid is good, all right, but Griese really had a touch on the ball. He threw for over three hundred yards that day."
Carol took another sharp right, tossing Hog around in the seat and taking away his view of the stadium. "Are they still behind us?" she asked.
Stone checked. "Yes. But no closer."
If she had known the area, Carol would have found her job easier. As it was, she had to keep moving while trying not to get lost
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