Dean Koontz - Dragonfly

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The Committee, a group of powerful CIA fanatics, has friends in the Mafia, the Congress, in every important department of government up to and including the President's Oval Office. They are funded by a reclusive billionaire, and they have always gotten what they wanted. Now they want everything.
This timely and chilling thriller, in the tradition of The Manchurian Candidate, is edge-of-the-chair suspense fiction…with the future of the world hanging in the balance.
Enraged by the Chinese-American detente, the Committee conceives a sinister plot to destroy vital portions of the Chinese population. Their weapon is a Chinese youth (code name: Dragonfly) who had been surgically implanted with a deadly virus. He has no memory of what has been done to him, yet he walks around, a human time bomb, set to explode at the right moment, and release the plague within him, killing hundreds of thousands of his countrymen. He must be found.
Thus begins a bizarre and violent odyssey, shifting from Washington to Peking and back. A poignant love story provides the counterpoint to a fast-paced and spectacular plot; the combination makes Dragonfly a book readers will not be able to put down.
NOTE: K.R. Dwyer is actually a pen name for Dean Koontz (the initials, KRD, are Koontz's initials backwards).

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“Thank you.”

He watched her as she walked back up the aisle; she had long, slim, exceedingly lovely legs. Abruptly, his trousers became too tight in the crotch. He suddenly realized how long it had been since he'd made love to Irene — and how much longer than that since he'd had a fully satisfactory sex life. Forcing himself to look away from her, clearing his throat, he opened the note and read the neatly hand-lettered four-line message:

Suitcase bomb found in baggage

compartment of Pan Am's flight

to Tokyo.

Safely removed and defused.

He folded the paper and put it in his pocket.

The next time the stewardess came by, he asked her for a Scotch on the rocks. He felt that he could risk at least one small celebration.

When McAlister came on the line from Washington, Canning identified himself and said, “Do you trust our home phone?”

“Not really,” McAlister said.

“Then you'd better give me a number where I can reach you, a nice safe phone they'd never think of tapping.”

McAlister thought for a moment, then gave Canning another Washington number.

“Will you go there and wait for my call?”

“Yes. But I'll need a while to get there,” McAlister said.

Although it was only midnight in Honolulu, it was five hours later than that in Washington. McAlister had probably been asleep when the telephone rang.

Canning said, “An hour?”

“Half that.”

“Fine.”

Canning hung up and leaned back against the headboard of the hotel bed. He closed his eyes and looked through the stack of file cards in his mind, checking to see if he had remembered everything that he must tell McAlister. Like a dark flood tide, sleep swept up at him. The printing on the imaginary file cards blurred, and the cards themselves began to dissolve into blackness…

He quickly opened his eyes, shook his head in an attempt to clear it, got up, went into the bathroom, and splashed cold water in his face. The eyes that looked back at him from the mirror were bloodshot and ringed with loose, dark skin.

Back in the bedroom, he stood at the window and watched the big searchlights at Honolulu Airport, which was less than a mile away. At twelve-thirty he returned to his bed, sat down, picked up the telephone, and placed a call to the number that McAlister had given him half an hour ago.

“David?” McAlister said.

“Yes. Where are you?”

“At my sister-in-law's house,” McAlister said. “I don't come here more than once a month. There's no reason for anyone to have a tap on her phone.”

“Were you followed?”

“I was, but I shook them.”

“You're certain of that?”

“Absolutely. Where are you?”

“Honolulu.”

“That's not on the schedule.”

“You're telling me?”

“What's happened?”

“My cover's blown.”

“It can't be!”

Canning explained about the two agents who had come to kill him back in Washington. “You'd better send some men around to take care of the corpses. And if The Committee has already moved them, don't worry. I stripped the bodies of all identification and put everything between the mattress and box springs on my bed. You'll have some nice leads to work on.”

“Excellent. I'll have a detail at your place within an hour.”

“My cleaning lady comes tomorrow, Friday. She's very neat — and observant. You'll have to see there isn't a trace of blood left behind. Locate every bullet and patch up the holes they made. I used six shots. Four of them are in the dead men. The other two should be in the wall near the front door. The man in the kitchen fired five times. All of the slugs should be in the living room, and I know that three of them are lodged in the bookshelves.”

“But how could they tumble you so soon?”

“Maybe you were followed to my apartment.”

“I made sure I wasn't.”

“You're playing with professionals.”

“Look, I found a miniature transmitter attached to the bumper of my Mercedes. I got rid of it before I started for your place. I saw no one following me. I parked four blocks away and walked to your building — and I'm damned sure no one tailed me on foot!”

Canning was impressed with McAlister's thoroughness. “Who else knew about me?”

“The President.”

“That's all?”

“Andrew Rice was in the Oval Office when I told the President,” McAlister said. “Do you think either one of them would spread the word?”

“You know both of them better than I do.”

McAlister was silent a moment. Then he sighed and said “One of them might have told a second-level aide.”

“And the aide might have told his assistant.”

“And the assistant might have told his secretary.”

“And somewhere along the line it got to someone who's bent.”

Christ!” McAlister said.

“Spilled milk.”

“How does all of this put you in Hawaii?”

Canning outlined the games that he and the taxi driver had played in Los Angeles.

“Then they still think you're in one of the rooms in this Holiday Inn?” McAlister asked.

“Quality Inn. I suppose that's just what they think.”

“How many rooms does this motel have?”

“Maybe — three hundred.”

“Too many for them to go knocking on doors.”

“Exactly.”

“So… They'll put the motel under surveillance and wait for you to come out.” The director laughed softly.

Canning said, “Don't underestimate them. They won't wait there forever. Before long they're going to find I conned them.”

“But they won't know you're in Honolulu.”

“No. But they'll pick me up again when I get to Tokyo. There's no question about that. They have to know about my Otley identity by this time.”

“You're right, of course,” McAlister said resignedly. His pipe-stem rattled against his teeth. Then: “When are you leaving Honolulu?”

Picking up the airline-ticket folder that was lying on the nightstand, next to the telephone, Canning said, “There's a flight to Tokyo leaving here at noon, just about eleven hours from now.”

“And when they get on your tail in Tokyo?”

“That's not your worry,” Canning said. “It's mine. And I can handle them. But there are three things you're going to have to handle yourself.”

“Name them.”

“You've got to get hold of my backup man, the interpreter who's waiting for me in Tokyo. Tell him how things have changed and give him my new estimated time of arrival.”

“No problem.”

“Tell him that he and I are going to have to double up in his room, since any room rented to Otley or Canning is bound to be hit by a Committeeman during the night.”

After a brief hesitation, McAlister said, “You're right.”

“Number two. We're scheduled to go to Peking aboard that French corporate jet. Will it wait an extra day, now that I'm one day behind schedule?”

“The French are extremely cooperative, especially this company,” McAlister said. “I don't foresee any trouble there.”

“Make sure they give the plane a thorough search. There might be a bomb aboard it.”

“They'll search it. But that probably won't be necessary. I didn't mention the French connection to the President. If there's been a leak to The Committee from someone on the White House staff, it can't have included anything about the French jet.” His teeth rattled on his pipestem again. “You said there were three things you wanted me to do.”

“Number three: I've got to know who my backup man is. Now that The Committee knows I'm your man, I've got to be sure they don't bring in an imposter when I get to Tokyo.”

“The interpreter's name is Tanaka,” McAlister said.

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