tc.patriotgames-第74章
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〃But you just had one；〃 Katz observed。
〃Right；〃 Dr。 Ryan snorted。 She slid her legs into her pants and reached for her blouse。
〃And when that fetus decides to bee a baby； you'll have another。〃
The jacket came； next。 〃Bernie； if you were in OB； your patients would kill you for that sort of crap。〃
〃What a loss to medicine that would be；〃 Katz thought aloud。
Cathy laughed。 〃Nice job； Bern。 Kiss Annie for me。〃
〃Sure； and you take it a little easy； eh； or I'll tell Madge North to e after you。〃
〃I see her Friday； Bernie。 She says I'm doing fine。〃 Cathy breezed out the door。 She waved to her nurses； plimenting them yet again for a superb job in the OR。 The elevator was next。 Already she had her car keys in her hand。
The green Porsche was waiting for her。 Cathy unlocked the door and tossed her bag in the back before settling in the driver's seat。 The six…cylinder engine started in an instant。 The tachymeter needle swung upward to the idle setting。 She let the engine warm up for a minute while she buckled her seat belt and slipped off the parking brake。 The throaty rumble of the engine echoed down the concrete walls of the parking garage。 When the temperature needle started to move； she shifted into reverse。 A moment later she dropped the gear lever into first and moved toward Broadway。 She checked the clock on the dashboard and winced worse； she had to make a stop at the store on the way home。 Well； she did have her 911 to play catch…up with。
〃The target is moving；〃 a voice said into a radio three levels up。 The message was relayed by telephone to Alex's safehouse； then by radio again。
〃About bloody time；〃 Miller growled a few minutes later。 〃Why the hell is she late？〃 The last hour had been infuriating for bin。 First thirty minutes of waiting for her to be on time； then another thirty minutes while she wasn't。 He told himself to relax。 She had to be at the day…care center to pick up the kid。
〃She's a doc。 It happens； man；〃 Alex said。 〃Let's roll。〃
The pickup car led off first； followed by the van。 The Ford would be at the 7…Eleven across from Giant Steps in exactly thirty minutes。
〃He must be waiting for somebody pretty；〃 Riggs said when he got back into the guard shack。
〃Still there？〃 Cummings was surprised。 Three weeks before； Breckenridge had briefed the guard force about the possible threat to Dr。 Ryan。 Cummings knew that the history teacher always went out this gate he was late today； though。 The Sergeant could see that the light in his office was still on。 Though the duty here was dull； Cummings was serious about it。 Three months in Beirut had taught him everything he would ever need to know about that。 He walked outside and took a place on the other side of the road。
Cummings watched the cars leaving。 Mostly they were driven by civilians； but those driven by naval officers got a regulation Marine salute。 The wind only got colder。 He wore a sweater under his blouse。 This kept his torso warm； but the white kid gloves that went with the dress…blue uniform were the next thing to useless。 He made a great show of clapping his hands together as he turned around periodically。 He never stared at the apartment building； never acted as though he knew anybody were there。 It was getting dark now； and it wasn't all that easy to see him anyway。 But somebody was there。
〃That was fast；〃 the man in the pickup car said。 He checked his watch。 She'd just knocked five minutes off her fastest time。 Damn； he thought； must be nice to have one of those little Porsches。 He checked the tag： CR…SRGN。 Yep； that was the one。 He grabbed the radio。
〃Hi； Mom； I'm home；〃 he said。
〃It's about time；〃 a male voice answered。 The van was half a mile away； sitting on Joyce Lane； west of Ritchie Highway。
He saw the lady e out of the day…care center less than two minutes later。 She was in a hurry。
〃Rolling。〃
〃Okay；〃 came the answer。
〃e on； Sally； we're late。 Buckle up。〃 Cathy Ryan hated to be late。 She restarted the engine。 She hadn't been this late in over a month； but she could still make it home before Jack if she hustled。
The rush hour was under way in earnest； but the Porsche was small； fast； and agile。 In a minute from sitting in the parking lot she was doing sixty…five； weaving through traffic like a race driver at Daytona。
For all their preparation； Alex almost missed her。 An eighteen…wheeler was laboring up the hill in the right lane when the distinctive shape of the Porsche appeared next to it。 Alex floored the van and darted out onto the road； causing the semi to jam his brakes and horn at the same time。 Alex didn't look back。 Miller got out of the right…front seat and went back to the window on the sliding door。
〃Whooee； this lady's in a hurry tonight！〃
〃Can you catch her？〃 Miller asked。
Alex just smiled。 〃Watch。〃
〃Damn； look at that Porsche！〃 Trooper First Class Sam Waverly was driving J…30； a State Police car ing off an afternoon of pursuit…radar work on U。S。 Route 50。 He and Larry Fontana of J…19 were heading back to the Annapolis police barracks off Rowe Boulevard after a long day's work when they saw the green sports car take the entrance ramp off Ritchie Highway。 Both troopers were driving about sixty…five miles per hour； a privilege that accrued only to police officers。 Their cars were unmarked。 This made them and their radar guns impossible to spot until it was too late。 They usually worked in pairs； and took turns； with one working his radar gun and the other a quarter mile down the road to wave the speeders over for their tickets。
〃Another one！〃 Fontana said over the radio。 A van swerved into the highway's left lane； forcing somebody in a Pontiac to jam on his brakes。 〃Let's get 'em。〃 They were both young officers and while； contrary to legend； the State Police didn't assign ticket quotas to its officers； everyone knew that one sure way to promotion was to write a lot of them。 It also made the roads safer； and that was their mission as state troopers。 Neither officer really enjoyed giving out traffic citations； but they enjoyed responding to major accidents far less。
〃Okay； I got the Porsche。〃
〃You get all the fun；〃 Fontana noted。 He'd gotten a quick look at the driver。
It was a lot harder than one might imagine。 First they had to clock the speeding vehicles to establish how far over the limit they were going the greater the speed； the greater the fine； of course then they had to close and switch on their lights to pull them over。 Both subject vehicles were two hundred yards ahead of the police cruisers now。
Cathy checked her clock again。 She'd managed to cut nearly ten minutes off her trip time。 Next she checked her rearview mirror for a police car。 She didn't want to get a ticket。 There was nothing that looked like a cop car； only ordinary cars and trucks。 She had to slow as the traffic became congested approaching the Severn River bridge。 She debated getting over into the left lane； but decided against it。 Sometimes it was hard to get back into the right lane in time to take the Route 2 exit。 Beside her； Sally was craning her neck to see over the dash； as usual； and playing with the seatbelt buckle。 Cathy didn't say anything this time； but concentrated on the traffic as she eased off the pedal。
Miller slipped the door latch and moved the door an inch backward。 Another man took hold of the door as he knelt and thumbed the safety forward on his weapon。
He couldn't get her for speeding now。 Trooper Waverly noted sourly。 She'd slowed before he could establish her speed。 He was a hundred yards back。 Fontana could； however； ticket the van for improper lane changing； and one out of two wasn't bad。 Waverly checked his mirror。 J…19 was catching up； about to pull even with his J…30。 There was something odd about the blue van； he saw 。 。 。 like the side door wasn't quite right。
〃Now！〃 Alex called。
Cathy Ryan noted that a van was pulling up on her left side。 She took a casual look in time to see the van's door slide back。 There was a man kneeling； holding something。 There came a chilling moment of realization。 She stomped her foot on the brak
