for the confused attendant.
The guard tugged the dog away in the direction of the harbor and turned to question Harry. In that instant, Harry ran toward the cars parked in the area below. He passed a Lincoln Capri, hesitated and then climbed into the white Jaguar convertible sitting next to it. He roared the motor and took off.
The car shot down the palm-lined road. He handled it deftly.
Another curve and he came into view of the bridge.
It should have been perfect. What happened? What happened? It should have been perfect.
The car moved onto the straightway. A guard ran from the tollhouse near the bridge onto the roadside, waving frantically for Harry to stop.
His eyes followed the direction of the guard's gesture and he saw the large yacht approaching the draw- bridge. He looked steadily at the bridge span, as it almost imperceptibly started to rise. The bridge split in two and separated like a fantastic exotic flower. The two parts, like waving dancer's arms, split above the white boat.
It should have been perfect. He floored the throttle and the car shot ahead toward the bridge with a roar. The guard spun around and looked on stupefied as the Jag plummeted to the rising bridge.
Carol screamed, 'I'm coming, Phillip, I'm coming. Let me come.'
'Not yet,' he said, 'Not yet.'
The speedometer touched 90 and then 105, dead ahead on the level straightway. He was up to 120 when he hit the tilted span.
The people on the yacht below heard the roar of the car. They looked up to see the white Jaguar sail gracefully off the raised bridge in a wide-climbing arc. It plunged like a shell into the sea.
'I must Phillip,' she screamed. 'Let me,' and she moaned and ground out the orgasm. 'Phillip, Phillip.' Clinging to him, she screamed sharply, 'Harry,' and she fell, cunt throbbing, back on the pillows.
A geyser rose where the car hit the water and settled in a jewel-like spray. The white car sank like an elaborate coffin through the clear blue water. Harry's pockets emptied in the quiet descent. The diamonds floated coquettishly about him, covering the head and throat of his jammed body. A thin ribbon of blood snaked out from the corner of Harry's mouth and diffused in a small watery cloud. Above him, the surface returned to its glass-like calm.
