lrh.fortuneoffear-第53部分
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k at me suspiciously。 I felt naked without my guns and no more bombs。
When they served a snack； I secretly stole a plastic fork off the tray。 It was quite sharp。 I hoped they did not detect the theft for it helped my morale enormously； there in my breast pocket； ready to stab if he recognized me and called the captain。
These one…way coach fares； economy； don't always get you there very fast。 With long delays while they let the first…class planes go by； I finally arrived at John F。 Kennedy Airport in New York。
On my diplomatic passport； I went through with a swish。 The customs man for hand luggage…who sits just beyond the cooled corpse at Immigration…looked at me and then at the Air Israel bag a little oddly。 But he pushed me through。 I glanced back to see if the Federal police were massing up for a baton charge to grab me。 But behind me the embalmed officials were only scratching。
I had made it to U。 S。 soil！
The God over the U。 S。 is also Rockecenter。 So I was safe。
Now to begin my retribution trail with a vengeance！
Chapter 5
I went out to the cab rank； followed by a porter carrying my grip。
The first cab in the line had a very squat and crumpled…looking driver； who actually got out to open the door for me。 He didn't have any forehead and his eyebrows covered his eyes。
The porter threw the bag on the floor in back and stood there with his hand out。 I knew I was in America。
I tried to get in the cab。 The porter was in my road。 I saw I was not going to make it。 Not unless I bought him off。 He could still call the airport police。 They stay in constant munication through the Nazi Gestapo headquarters in Strasbourg； which operates under the name of Interpol。 They have a huge radio station down in South America and use the lines of CIA to radio on ahead of planes and grab people they don't like or who aren't criminal enough to join their ranks。 So I was not out of danger so long as I was on airport ground。 I decided to tip him。
Because it would have been a dead giveaway to try to change the lira and drachmas at the Grabbe…Manhattan airport…lobby bank； I had decided I would get driven into town to the Times Square area where they have lots of money…changing panies。 That would be where I paid off the cab。 So I didn't have any small dollars and I certainly wasn't going to tip him a thousand U。 S。 bucks…not for grabbing a grip out of my hand and tagging me out。
I gave him a drachma。
He pretended he didn't know what it was。
I gave him a lira。
He pretended he didn't know what that was。
I pretended to rummage around in the flight…bag money。 I said； 〃I don't have anything else。〃
The taxi driver verified it。 He tumbled the money about。 He spotted the thousand…dollar U。 S。 notes at the bottom。 But he kept his mouth shut。 He turned to the porter and said； 〃That's all he's got in here。 Buzz off。〃
The porter said something nasty and left。
We had a lot of trouble zipping the bag back up。 With the taxi driver's help I finally made it。
〃Take me to Times Square；〃 I said。
I got in the cab。 He drove a few feet out of the rank and stopped。 〃Just a minute；〃 he said。 〃My radio is busted and I have to phone in to the dispatcher。〃
He was gone for five minutes。 He came back。 His radio came on； asking for Car 73。 That was the number on the card hanging on the back of the driver's seat。 〃Dumb （bleepch）；〃 he said。 〃I just told her my radio was busted。〃 He shut the receiver off。
At a leisurely pace he drove out of the airport。 He turned left。 Some signs said Brooklyn and Floyd Bennett Field。 We tooled along。 Cold wind was blowing in the open window。 I looked to my left and saw the ocean； or at least a bay。
〃Hey；〃 I called to the driver； 〃aren't you going the wrong way？〃
〃I'm taking you the scenic route；〃 he said。 〃You being a foreigner； I thought you'd like to see the sights。
I'm not even charging you an extra dime。 See？ The meter is off。〃
Some sights。 Cold winter had not yet turned into spring。 The gray； gray water was only visible from time to time。
We were on the Shore Parkway； according to the signs。 We certainly were not moving very fast。 Another sign said Spring Creek Park； Next Left。 We came to a turnoff marked 14。 The taxi turned。
It sure wasn't very scenic； the trees all dead with winter。 There was even a sign that said Park Closed。 But the taxi driver drove along the deserted winding roads。 To the right and left were only desolation and leafless trees。
Suddenly a log came crashing across the road； dead in front of the cab！
The driver braked frantically。
There was a roar！
Three motorcycles leaped into view and stopped； two in front and one behind the cab！
The riders wore bandanas tied across their faces！
They had guns pointed at the cab！
〃Throw down your guns！〃 the nearest rider said。 〃All passengers out！ And don't try nothin' funny！ We got the drop on you！〃 A stagecoach holdup！ I knew！ I had seen them in the films。 The next order would be to throw down the Wells Fargo box！ And I had no gun handy！
Gingerly； I moved out of the cab； holding my hands high。
The nearest rider stepped out of his saddle。 He walked up to me。 He gave me a push back。 He reached into the cab and picked up the flight bag full of money！
He glanced into it。
He backed out and threw it to another rider。 Then he turned to me。 He reached into my pockets and got my wallet。 He took it。 He reached into another pocket and started to pull out my diplomatic passport。 It was stuck crosswise。
〃I will give it to you；〃 I said。 I reached up。 But I didn't reach for the passport。 I reached for my breast pocket。
Quick as a flash； I pulled out the plastic fork。
I jabbed it into the back of his hand with all my might！
〃He's armed！〃 he screamed。
I dived under the cab。
A gun exploded！
Something hit the cab。
Three bike motors were roaring。
They were gone！
The taxi driver was holding his shoulder。 〃The dirty （bleepards）！〃 he said。
Hastily； I dived back into the cab。 I unstrapped my grip。 I got out the Beretta。
The cab driver stared at it wide…eyed。 It was pointed straight at him。
〃Get after them！〃 I gritted。 〃And quick！〃
〃I can't drive！〃 he moaned。 〃I'm wounded！〃
I leaped out and opened his door。 I booted him sideways and got under the wheel。
All set to drive； I had no place to go。 There was no motor sound anywhere。 Only the wind。
〃Where are they going？〃 I grated at the driver。
He crouched on the floor in the empty place they usually put luggage； beside the driver's seat。 〃I don't know；〃 he moaned。 And then he passed out。
No honor amongst thieves； a thing I knew too well。
They had shot their confederate。 They had probably also given him a false rendezvous。
On the run myself； I could not go to the police。 If he told me anything at all； it would be just to lead me into another trap。
I sat there； hoping they would e back； now that I had a gun。 But what would they e back for？ They had the flight bag full of money。 They had my wallet。 They even had my diplomatic passport。
Any credit cards were in that wallet。 But I could not use credit cards。 The instant I presented one； the credit pany would know exactly where I was。 The full pack would e in on me from all over the world and stone me to death。
I dared not call Mudur Zengin。
The thought of going back to Istanbul made my forehead prickle with sweat。
If I called the New York office； they might turn me in。
I was in the U。 S。 without a penny to my name。 I didn't even have anything valuable to sell。 It was still cold winter and I had no idea whether I could survive sleeping in a park。
Wait a minute。
I knew where there was money。
A safe full of it。
It was early in the day。
Desperate and dangerous though it might be； I had only one place I could go。
Oh； it really put the chills up and down my spine to think of it。 But not a soul would ever suspect I would go there。
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