Chasing Ivan Read Online Free
Author: Tim Tigner
accents had been polished to a mirror shine, and the leather still smelled new. Wow!
She picked the second seat on the left side of the plane and sat with her face to the window. She resolved to sit that way until her face was as composed as Alexandra’s.
Her mind was still racing in a dozen different directions. She tried to let the rhythmic house music emanating from a dozen hidden speakers sweep her away while she watched a matched pair of white Rolls Royces disgorging a large family of Arabs near the airstair of a neighboring jet. This really was happening. If ever there was a time to call Jen, this was it. Surely there was a phone on the plane. If only she could remember Jen’s number.
She turned from the window to find Alexandra standing there with a glass of champagne. “Captain Roberts said the control tower has delayed our departure, so we can get started.”
Emily accepted the glass and immediately took a long sip, feeling the cool liquid slide all the way down. “Get started with what?”
Alexandra beckoned with her head in answer, and began walking toward the back of the plane. Her hips swayed in a fashion that even Emily found hypnotic. Some women were blessed top and bottom, front and behind. Emily followed her to where the main cabin ended at a bird’s-eye maple door in a matching wall. Alexandra pressed a button, and the door slid to the left, revealing a washroom far more spectacular than the one in her flat.
Emily’s eyes immediately went to a blue and gold silk dress that popped from the glistening white surroundings like a flower from the desert sand. Then her eyes dropped to the floor beneath, where beautiful gold sandals and a matching purse waited. Emily looked back at Alexandra who nodded the affirmative. An alarm tinkled in the back of her mind as she held the dress against her body and appraised the fit in the mirror. Perfect. She checked the shoes. Size seven. “How did Andreas know my sizes?”
Alexandra smiled. “He didn’t. I sized you up during boarding. I’ve got eleven more dresses and five more pairs of shoes in a wardrobe up front.”
“Is this some kind of uniform? Does Andreas do this every weekend?”
“Heavens no. It’s Hermes. They don’t do uniforms. I bought them while Michael was fetching you. I had a picture of the necklace to match, and your online profile to size with. Of course people tend to tell white lies online, so I allowed for variance, but you come exactly as advertised. Andreas assured me you would.” Alexandra paused for a moment. “As to your second question, the answer is no . To my knowledge, Andreas has never done this before.”
Chapter 6
I SHOOK MY head as the timbre of the jet’s engines changed, and the Mediterranean Sea came into view on the horizon. “Tell me you got someone, Oscar. We’re running out of time.”
“It’s coming in now,” Oscar said. “Hold on.”
Despite the radical shift our surveillance operation took when it suddenly went international, we’d reestablished our tactical advantage with a bit of subterfuge and a government G150 jet. By working with the control tower to learn Emily’s flight schedule and then delay her departure, I was now following her plane from a hundred miles in front. Even The Ghost would be unlikely to spot me there. People look in their rearview mirrors for tails, not their windshields. But that advantage would evaporate without a skilled and knowledgeable driver on the ground. Getting a local agent to meet me shouldn’t have been a problem, but for some reason it was today. If Oscar didn’t have a name soon, I’d either have to steal a car, or use a taxi to tail the most elusive criminal in modern history through the packed streets of Nice.
“Agent Joe Monfort will meet you at the plane.”
“Hallelujah. What’s his background?”
“It doesn’t say anything.”
Was this guy twelve, or did he think I was? “Don’t bullshit me, Oscar. If it doesn’t say anything,
She picked the second seat on the left side of the plane and sat with her face to the window. She resolved to sit that way until her face was as composed as Alexandra’s.
Her mind was still racing in a dozen different directions. She tried to let the rhythmic house music emanating from a dozen hidden speakers sweep her away while she watched a matched pair of white Rolls Royces disgorging a large family of Arabs near the airstair of a neighboring jet. This really was happening. If ever there was a time to call Jen, this was it. Surely there was a phone on the plane. If only she could remember Jen’s number.
She turned from the window to find Alexandra standing there with a glass of champagne. “Captain Roberts said the control tower has delayed our departure, so we can get started.”
Emily accepted the glass and immediately took a long sip, feeling the cool liquid slide all the way down. “Get started with what?”
Alexandra beckoned with her head in answer, and began walking toward the back of the plane. Her hips swayed in a fashion that even Emily found hypnotic. Some women were blessed top and bottom, front and behind. Emily followed her to where the main cabin ended at a bird’s-eye maple door in a matching wall. Alexandra pressed a button, and the door slid to the left, revealing a washroom far more spectacular than the one in her flat.
Emily’s eyes immediately went to a blue and gold silk dress that popped from the glistening white surroundings like a flower from the desert sand. Then her eyes dropped to the floor beneath, where beautiful gold sandals and a matching purse waited. Emily looked back at Alexandra who nodded the affirmative. An alarm tinkled in the back of her mind as she held the dress against her body and appraised the fit in the mirror. Perfect. She checked the shoes. Size seven. “How did Andreas know my sizes?”
Alexandra smiled. “He didn’t. I sized you up during boarding. I’ve got eleven more dresses and five more pairs of shoes in a wardrobe up front.”
“Is this some kind of uniform? Does Andreas do this every weekend?”
“Heavens no. It’s Hermes. They don’t do uniforms. I bought them while Michael was fetching you. I had a picture of the necklace to match, and your online profile to size with. Of course people tend to tell white lies online, so I allowed for variance, but you come exactly as advertised. Andreas assured me you would.” Alexandra paused for a moment. “As to your second question, the answer is no . To my knowledge, Andreas has never done this before.”
Chapter 6
I SHOOK MY head as the timbre of the jet’s engines changed, and the Mediterranean Sea came into view on the horizon. “Tell me you got someone, Oscar. We’re running out of time.”
“It’s coming in now,” Oscar said. “Hold on.”
Despite the radical shift our surveillance operation took when it suddenly went international, we’d reestablished our tactical advantage with a bit of subterfuge and a government G150 jet. By working with the control tower to learn Emily’s flight schedule and then delay her departure, I was now following her plane from a hundred miles in front. Even The Ghost would be unlikely to spot me there. People look in their rearview mirrors for tails, not their windshields. But that advantage would evaporate without a skilled and knowledgeable driver on the ground. Getting a local agent to meet me shouldn’t have been a problem, but for some reason it was today. If Oscar didn’t have a name soon, I’d either have to steal a car, or use a taxi to tail the most elusive criminal in modern history through the packed streets of Nice.
“Agent Joe Monfort will meet you at the plane.”
“Hallelujah. What’s his background?”
“It doesn’t say anything.”
Was this guy twelve, or did he think I was? “Don’t bullshit me, Oscar. If it doesn’t say anything,
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