Gabriel Hunt - Hunt at The Well Of Eternity
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- Название:Hunt at The Well Of Eternity
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His right foot increased its pressure on the accelerator. The convertible didn’t look like anything special, but Gabriel had souped up the engine so that it responded with a smooth, powerful purr and shot ahead.
At the same time, keeping his right hand on the wheel, he reached into his jacket with his left hand and pulled a cell phone from his shirt pocket. He didn’t have to look to see what he was doing as he flipped it open and thumbed a speed-dial number.
“Michael,” he said into the phone when his brother answered, “lock the brownstone down now.”
“Gabriel?” Michael’s voice sounded fuzzy, as if the phone call had dragged him out of sleep. “What’s wrong?”
“Just get the place locked down, then I’ll tell you.”
“Are you in trouble again?”
The fast-moving headlights behind him had cut the gap between the cars by a considerable margin, and Gabriel wasn’t halfway across the bridge yet. He weaved around a van and heard tires screeching and brakes squealing behind him. His pursuers were taking chances, trying to catch up to him before he reached the other end of the bridge. They probably hoped to force him off into the East River.
“No more than usual,” Gabriel said.
“Damn it,” Michael said. “Hang on.” Gabriel heard some shuffling on the other end, then the triple beep of the security system being activated. “All right,” Michael said a second later. “I’m locked in. Now, what can I do to help you?”
“Nothing.”
“Where are you?”
“Queensboro Bridge.” Gabriel sped up even more, but the headlights were gaining on him. The vehicle, a big black SUV, loomed behind him and rammed into the convertible’s rear end with a bone-jarring jolt. The car skidded toward the railing, high above the river, but Gabriel coolly steered out of the skid and regained control. “Somebody’s trying to keep me from leaving town.”
“My God! Are you all—”
“I’m fine, but I’ve got to go. Stay inside until you hear from me. Have your guys check all deliveries, even food.”
Michael started to say something else, but Gabriel was already flipping the phone shut. He stowed it away in his pocket and got both hands on the wheel again just as the SUV pulled up on the convertible’s right rear corner. It rammed hard into the fender and sent the smaller vehicle into a spin.
The other drivers on the bridge had seen that something was wrong and had pulled out of the way of the speeding cars. Which was good in terms of reducing the odds that he’d hit anyone, but it also meant there was nothing to stop his spin. He kept his left hand on the wheel, for what little good it did, and reached into the backseat with his right. He’d left the top of his bag unzipped, and his fingers wrapped around the butt of the Colt.
He jerked the gun free as the car slid to a stop across two lanes, facing the lights of Roo sevelt Island. The driver’s side was pointing toward the SUV, which had braked sharply after the collision. It picked up speed now, though, and Gabriel realized that the driver was planning to T-bone the convertible.
Gabriel tried cranking the ignition, but the convertible’s engine had died. He shifted the revolver from his right hand to his left and thrust it out the window. He leveled the Colt at the oncoming SUV and squeezed off three rounds as he continued twisting the key in the ignition with his other hand.
All three slugs smacked into the SUV’s windshield, but they just starred the glass and didn’t even come close to shattering it. Still trying to start the car, Gabriel lowered his aim and put two shots into the SUV’s grille. That didn’t do any good, either. The damn thing had to be armored.
Just about what you would expect from professionals like the men who had raided the museum.
The engine finally caught. Gabriel slammed the convertible into reverse. Smoke rose from the tires as the car peeled backward. The SUV was practically on top of it already and clipped the front bumper as it rocketed past.
Gabriel dropped the Colt on the seat beside him and kept backing, twisting the wheel as he did so.
Now he was behind the SUV, which had screeched to a stop inches from the railing. He floored the accelerator and started crowding the other car’s right rear. Sparks flew in the night as metal clashed. The SUV’s rear end slewed to the left and clipped the railing. It began to drag against the metal beams. He considerer ramming the SUV, trying to push it off into the water, but the convertible was considerably lighter than the other vehicle—it wasn’t likely to work. And anyway, Gabriel had a plane to catch.
Gabriel whipped the wheel to the right and cut across several lanes. He kept the gas pedal pushed down as far as it would go and shot down the slope to the foot of the bridge.
The darkness of Queens Bridge Park loomed to his left. He sent the convertible skidding into a left turn on Vernon Boulevard and then almost immediately turned right on a smaller street. No lights appeared in his rearview mirror. Evidently the men who’d been trying to kill him weren’t prepared to follow him through the side streets of Queens.
He kept making turns for several minutes, just to throw off any possible pursuit, then cut back south toward the Long Island Expressway. His nerves were steady despite the attempt on his life. It wasn’t his first. But he heaved a sigh of relief anyway.
Then he reached for his cell phone.
“Everything’s quiet here,” Michael said. “Are you okay?”
“Just annoyed. Oh, and the convertible took some damage. I’ll leave it at the airfield and you can have somebody pick it up tomorrow.”
“Of course. What happened?”
“Somebody in an SUV just tried to push me off the Queensboro Bridge. Our friends from earlier in the evening, I’d guess.”
“How did they find you?”
Gabriel felt a pang of anxiety for Mariella. “I’m guessing they forced Señorita Montez to tell them who she was trying to give her package to. That’s why I told you to lock everything down at the brownstone. If they found me, they can find you.”
“Well, they can find me,” Michael said, “but no one’s getting in without my say-so.”
“Good,” Gabriel said. “Don’t give it to any men in a black SUV.”
“Or any waiters,” Michael said.
Gabriel grinned as he drove through the night. “That’s right. Or any waiters.” He shut the phone off. The airstrip was near.
Michael had shown him on a map where the Battle of Olustee had been fought in 1864. The nearest town with an airport was St. Augustine, “the oldest European settlement on the North American continent,” the guidebook entry Gabriel had consulted said, “founded by Spanish explorers more than five hundred years ago.” He had called ahead to have the Foundation’s private jet readied for takeoff, so as soon as he’d filed a flight plan for St. Augustine, Gabriel got in the air.
When he was at cruising altitude and had switched the autopilot on, he was finally able to sit back and think about everything that had happened over the past several hours. He had certainly never expected so much excitement when he’d struggled into that monkey suit for the reception at the museum. At most he had thought that he might find some willing female companionship for a late supper and a few drinks after the reception, followed by…
Well, things hadn’t gotten anywhere near that far, Gabriel reflected. The most attractive woman he had met tonight was Mariella Montez, and their relationship had been brief, hectic, and filled with mystery and danger.
Not the worst start to an evening, Gabriel reflected, but the ending could’ve been better. No man likes seeing his prospective date carried off by a linebacker in livery.
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