gongsi028 says...

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gongsi028 says...

In the phone booth, Ruth dialed the operator, and told her, "I want to call a mobile unit in a private car." "Do you have the number?" "Yes, I do." Krauss reached their exit, took the off ramp, looped around under the parkway, and stopped next to the wall of the overpass. They'd chosen this exit with care, it having no nearby buildings or population. Potato fields stretched away flat and dry in all directions, with stands of trees in the distance. To the south the secondary road UGG Boots Clearance led to the first fringes of a town, but northward there were merely trees and the black top curving away out of sight. In the limousine moving along the parkway like a slow black whale amid darting dolphins, George Myers leaned forward in his seat, staring at the road ahead, wondering when and how they would contact him. The suitcase full of money was on the seat UGG Boots Clearance beside him. Albert Judson, the chauffeur, kept his eyes on the road and the pace of the car at a steady fifty. The telephone rang. For the first few seconds, Myers was too disoriented to realize what that sound was. His concentration had been too exclusively outside the car, out ahead of him where the kidnappers were waiting. Now, startled, he looked quickly around, then suddenly understood. That's why they wanted him to use the Lincoln; they intended to phone him. He picked up the receiver, almost afraid of the black plastic. Tentatively, he held it to his face. "Hello?" "Myers?" It was the same woman's voice, Ugg boots clearance cold and impersonal, with a tinge of roughness. "Yes," he said. "I know who you are." "Tell your chauffeur to stop at mile marker eighty-seven. At the small green sign. You'll find a milk bottle there with Ugg boots clearance a piece of paper in it. That will give you your instructions." "Yes, I will. But when-" She had hung up. Myers held the phone a second longer, anxious, frustrated, then leaned forward again, saying, "Albert." The chauffeur slightly turned his Ugg boots clearance head, offering an ear. "Sir?" Myers cradled the telephone "We're to stop at mile marker eighty-seven," he said. "Yes, sir." And, a second later, "There's number eighty-six." Myers watched the small green sign go by, then looked forward again. It was a long mile, but at the end of it the chauffeur eased the Lincoln off onto the gravel and came to a smooth stop next to the sign with the cream numerals 87 on it. "Wait, Albert," Myers said, and climbed from the car. The milk bottle, looking like any piece of rubbish littering the edge of the highway, was on its side next to the sign. Picking it up, Myers fished the scrap of paper out of it, then tossed the bottle away and read the instructions: Stop at next overpass. Drop suitcase on far verge of road below. Drive on. Myers got back into the car. "We have to stop again at the next overpass," he said.

coconut1955 says...

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