men’s room. A British passport bearing the name Sir William Mallory was in the raincoat pocket.”
“Costume change,” Stone said. “This guy is starting to do everything right.”
The cart pulled up to a gate, and Stone got out, followed by Dino and Bartlett. The first person he saw was Stan Hedger.
Hedger walked up to him. “What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded.
“It’s a public airport; none of your business.”
“Have you seen Lance Cabot?”
“Is that why you’re here? You’re looking for Cabot?”
“That’s right.”
“So is half the country, from what I hear.”
“I thought you had gone back to the States, Stone. Why are you involved in this?”
“It’s personal,” Stone said. “See you around, Stan.”
“Come on,” Dino said, “we’re wasting time.”
Morgan reached his gate two minutes before the flight was scheduled to take off. He went to the counter for a seat assignment.
“You’ll have to hurry, Mr. Trevor,” the young woman said. “We’re about to button up the airplane.”
“I’ll hurry,” Morgan said, and made for the boarding ramp. There was no line, and a moment later he was strapping himself into a first-class seat.
Stone, Dino, and Bartlett made their way quickly from gate to gate, coming up empty-handed at each one.
“That’s it,” Bartlett said. “We know he’s in the airport, but we don’t—”
“What are other likely destinations for fugitives?” Stone asked.
Bartlett shrugged. “Could be anywhere. There are more than a hundred international flights taking off in the next two hours; I don’t have the manpower to cover them all, and I’m not about to shut down this airport, unless I get a personal call from the Home Secretary.”
“Shit,” Stone said.
“My sentiments exactly,” Bartlett replied. “But let’s keep looking.”
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” the flight attendant said. “We are now pushing back from the gate, and in a few minutes we’ll be taking off for our flight to Honolulu. While we’re taxiing, we direct your attention to the video, which will explain the emergency procedures for this aircraft.”
Morgan picked up a magazine. Fuck the emergency procedures, he thought. He wanted a double Scotch.
Stan Hedger left the airport in disgust, along with one of his people, and got into a waiting car. He did not notice, nor did his driver, that the car was followed by another, which kept a respectful distance.
Stone and Dino stuck it out until nearly midnight, when departures slowed dramatically, then they drove back to the Brewer’s Arms.
Carpenter, Mason, and Plumber were all in the suite when they arrived. “Anything?” Carpenter asked.
“Morgan was at the airport,” Stone said. “One of the security people found his discarded hat, coat, and passport in a men’s room. We covered the departures for Spain all evening, but there were too many departing flights to cover them all. What have you heard about Lance?”
“A farmer about eighty miles west of here reported that a light airplane landed and took off again at a disused RAF airfield near his house. Two local police officers found a brand-new BMW motorcycle abandoned there.”
“You think it was Lance’s?”
“It was wiped completely clean of fingerprints,” she said, “and it was properly registered to someone in London. We’re checking it out now, but who else would abandon an expensive motorbike at an old airfield and wipe off the prints?”
“I doubt if he’s coming back for it,” Stone said.
“The police are keeping a watch, to see if anyone picks it up.”
Stone sank into a sofa. “This hasn’t gone well, has it?”
Carpenter sat down next to him. “No, it hasn’t, but it’s not your fault; you were a big help. And you’ve lost all that money.”
Stone raised a hand. “Please, don’t mention that again.”
“I’ll do what I can to get you reimbursed, but I’m not very hopeful. My management are very annoyed that we’ve let these people get away.”
“Can I give you a lift back to London?”
“I have to stay here, but I’ll walk you downstairs.”
They walked through the inn to the parking lot, and Dino got behind the wheel.
“I don’t suppose we’ll be seeing each other again,” Carpenter said.
“Oh, I don’t know; I might get to London, from time to time.” He handed her his card. “You might even get to New York.”
“Possible, I suppose. Let me give you a telephone number; memorize it, don’t write it down.” She gave him the number, then repeated it. “If you call that number at any hour of the day or night, you’ll hear a beep; leave a message for Carpenter, and I’ll get back to you when I can.”
“I’m sorry about the device,” he said.
“Spilt milk,” she replied. “They don’t have the electronics to make it work, and they don’t have the software—especially the software. It will take them months, hopefully years, to figure out how to use it, and by that time we’ll have something better.”
Stone offered her his hand, but she snaked an arm around his neck and planted a wet kiss on his ear. “Hope I’ll hear from you,” she said, then she turned and walked back into the Brewer’s Arms.
Stone got into the car, and Dino drove off. “Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, gone,” he sighed.
Dino laughed. “And I was looking forward to a finder’s fee.”
As they drove back along the M4, Stone looked out at the rolling landscape. He’d heard that the road had been planned to show off the countryside. “I love this country,” he said. “I feel as though I’ve been here forever.”
“A pretty short forever,” Dino replied.
Chapter 58
LANCE CABOT WOKE UP IN HIS ZURICH hotel room at noon, wakened by his travel alarm. He showered, shaved, dressed, and applied his false beard, which on inspection in the mirror, he thought very becoming. Maybe he’d better grow one, he thought, since he was going to be hot for a while, even though no one had anything on him. Stan Hedger was his only real worry; Hedger wanted him badly, and he wouldn’t stop looking. He felt sorry about Erica, but he couldn’t contact her for a long time, he knew.
He called Ali’s room. “I’m off,” he said. “As soon as the transaction is complete I’ll pick you up here. Our flight to Cairo isn’t until five o’clock. We’ll change passports again.” He hung up.
Lance arrived at the bank on time. He gave the appropriate name to an officer and was escorted into a conference room. Two men of Middle Eastern appearance sat at the large table. They stood up when he
