Death Diamonds of Bermudez Read Online Free
Author: R. C. Farrington, Jason Farrington
arriving passengers and within ten feet of an old red British telephone booth. Passengers that had arrived on an American flight were now leaving the airport terminal and looking for transportation. Michael spotted a small group of oddly dressed men leaving the airport.
Michael nudged Sam and whispered, “Aren’t those dudes dressed funny? It looks like they’re going on a safari.”
Sam scratched her head for a few seconds trying to get the old thought processes going. Then it hit her like a ton of brick. She jumped up off her scooter, but before she could blurt out her thoughts, Michael grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her down. Michael whispered, “Are you going to tell everyone in the airport what you’re thinking?”
Sam, a little less excited, whispered back, “Look at the clothing these guys are wearing. Does it remind you of something we saw the other day at the library?”
Michael responded, “No! I can’t think of anything we saw at the library.”
A little annoyed Sam replied, “Those aren’t safari outfits! They’re modern day versions of Boer military uniforms!” Michael just about fell off his scooter when he heard what Sam had said. Before Michael could reply, one of the men walked in front of the two Spinners and stepped into the phone booth. He dialed a number and the party on the other end of the line answered so quickly the man didn’t get a chance to close the phone booth door.
The mystery man replied to whoever was on the other end of the call, “Yes, this is Kruger Van Eck. Did you get our cottage on Long Island?” Before the Spinners could hear anything else, Van Eck managed to close the door. The two could now no longer hear anything that was being said.
The two looked at each other slightly bewildered. They both started stepping backwards towards their scooters intuitively sensing it was time to be going. Suddenly, someone grabbed both of them by their shirt collars and yelled out, “What the bloody hell are you two punks looking at?”
Michael and Sam both turned their heads around and looked up almost at a ninety degree angle. The man gripping them by their collars was huge. He was a giant. He was over six feet seven inches tall and looked enormously threatening. It was Dirk Lynch. Sam was flinging her arms around, but getting nothing but air. Michael yelled out, “Let us go, you big oaf, before I get mad!”
Savage being the police officer on duty at the airport saw the situation and walked over to the giant asking, “What’s the problem here, mate?”
Lynch let go of Sam and Michael, but before he could respond Van Eck stepped out of the phone booth saying, “My apologies, officer. My mate thought these kids were trying to steal our luggage.”
Michael straightening out his shirt snapped back, “Inspector Savage, you know that’s a lie.” The Inspector knew Van Eck was lying. After all, he trusted his daughter and Michael without question. However, Savage did not think it was wise to reveal the fact that one of these youths was his daughter.
Inspector Savage nodded in agreement and said, “You two move on along. Get on your scooters and go home.” He turned to Lynch and said, “You better watch your step, or your stay in Bermuda will be a short one.”
Lynch’s face went beet red. No one but Van Eck ever told him what to do. With no warning he threw a round house right swing at Savage with his massive fist, but to no avail. He missed Savage by a mile. Savage’s pre-police boxing reflexes had kicked in and had saved him from a crushing blow to the head. Savage reacted with a pounding left hook into Lynch’s belly. Lynch bent over, and Savage let him have it in the jaw with a vicious right uppercut. Lynch staggered backwards. Savage expected him to collapse, but instead he shook off the blow like it was nothing and moved back in the direction of Savage. Savage pulled out his night stick pointing it at
Michael nudged Sam and whispered, “Aren’t those dudes dressed funny? It looks like they’re going on a safari.”
Sam scratched her head for a few seconds trying to get the old thought processes going. Then it hit her like a ton of brick. She jumped up off her scooter, but before she could blurt out her thoughts, Michael grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her down. Michael whispered, “Are you going to tell everyone in the airport what you’re thinking?”
Sam, a little less excited, whispered back, “Look at the clothing these guys are wearing. Does it remind you of something we saw the other day at the library?”
Michael responded, “No! I can’t think of anything we saw at the library.”
A little annoyed Sam replied, “Those aren’t safari outfits! They’re modern day versions of Boer military uniforms!” Michael just about fell off his scooter when he heard what Sam had said. Before Michael could reply, one of the men walked in front of the two Spinners and stepped into the phone booth. He dialed a number and the party on the other end of the line answered so quickly the man didn’t get a chance to close the phone booth door.
The mystery man replied to whoever was on the other end of the call, “Yes, this is Kruger Van Eck. Did you get our cottage on Long Island?” Before the Spinners could hear anything else, Van Eck managed to close the door. The two could now no longer hear anything that was being said.
The two looked at each other slightly bewildered. They both started stepping backwards towards their scooters intuitively sensing it was time to be going. Suddenly, someone grabbed both of them by their shirt collars and yelled out, “What the bloody hell are you two punks looking at?”
Michael and Sam both turned their heads around and looked up almost at a ninety degree angle. The man gripping them by their collars was huge. He was a giant. He was over six feet seven inches tall and looked enormously threatening. It was Dirk Lynch. Sam was flinging her arms around, but getting nothing but air. Michael yelled out, “Let us go, you big oaf, before I get mad!”
Savage being the police officer on duty at the airport saw the situation and walked over to the giant asking, “What’s the problem here, mate?”
Lynch let go of Sam and Michael, but before he could respond Van Eck stepped out of the phone booth saying, “My apologies, officer. My mate thought these kids were trying to steal our luggage.”
Michael straightening out his shirt snapped back, “Inspector Savage, you know that’s a lie.” The Inspector knew Van Eck was lying. After all, he trusted his daughter and Michael without question. However, Savage did not think it was wise to reveal the fact that one of these youths was his daughter.
Inspector Savage nodded in agreement and said, “You two move on along. Get on your scooters and go home.” He turned to Lynch and said, “You better watch your step, or your stay in Bermuda will be a short one.”
Lynch’s face went beet red. No one but Van Eck ever told him what to do. With no warning he threw a round house right swing at Savage with his massive fist, but to no avail. He missed Savage by a mile. Savage’s pre-police boxing reflexes had kicked in and had saved him from a crushing blow to the head. Savage reacted with a pounding left hook into Lynch’s belly. Lynch bent over, and Savage let him have it in the jaw with a vicious right uppercut. Lynch staggered backwards. Savage expected him to collapse, but instead he shook off the blow like it was nothing and moved back in the direction of Savage. Savage pulled out his night stick pointing it at
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