THERE WERE AMBASSADORS, cabinet members, business leaders everywhere, chatting in crowds, sipping1 champagne2. Any second a bomb could go off. The vice3 president was being moved to safety. But Charles Danko could be any-where. What he had in mind, God only knew. We didn't even know what the bastard4 looked like now!
Molinari handed me a walkie-talkie dialed to his fre-quency. "I've got the wanted sheet. I'll go left. Keep in touch with me, Lindsay. No heroes tonight." I started to weave through the crowd. In my mind I drew an image of Charles Danko thirty years ago and transposed it onto every face I saw. I wished I'd asked the dean at Reed for some kind of current description. Everything had happened too fast. It still was going too fast.
Where are you, Danko, you son of a bitch?
"I'm searching the main room," I spoke5 into the walkie-talkie. "I don't see him."
"I'm here in the annex," Molinari replied. "Nothing so far. But he's here."
I was staring intently at every face. Our only advantage was that he didn't know we knew. A few Feds were quietly escorting people toward the exits. We couldn't cause a panic and give ourselves away.
But I didn't see him anywhere. Where was Danko? What was he planning tonight? It had to be big - he was here himself.
"I'm heading in to the Rodins," I told Molinari. There were large, recognizable bronzes on marble pedestals all around me, and people sipping champagne. I came upon a crowd gathered near one of the statues.
"What's going on here?" I asked a woman in a black gown.
"The vice president," she said. "He's scheduled here any moment." The vice president had been whisked away, but no one had been told. These people were milling around for an introduction. Would Danko be here, too?
I scanned the line, face to face.
I saw a tall, thin man, balding on top. He had a high brow. Close, narrow eyes. A hand in his jacket pocket. I felt a cold spot near the center of my chest.
I could see the resemblance to the picture from thirty years ago. There were people milling about, blocking my view. But there was no mistaking it - Charles Danko was the image of his father.
I turned my head away and spoke into my walkie-talkie. "I found him! Joe, he's here."
Danko was in line to meet the vice president. My heart was beating furiously. His left hand was still in his jacket pocket. Was he holding some kind of detonator? How could he get it in here?
"I'm in the room with the Rodins. Joe, I'm looking right at him."
Molinari said, "Stay there. I'm coming. Don't take any chances."
Suddenly Danko's gaze drifted to me. I didn't know if he'd seen me on TV as part of the investigation6, or if I had "cop" written on my face. Somehow he seemed to know. Our eyes locked.
I saw him get out of the line he was standing7 in. He kept his eyes on me.
I took a step toward him. Opened my jacket for my gun. At least a dozen people were blocking my way. I had to get through. I lost sight of Danko for just a second. No more than that.
When the opening cleared again, Danko was no longer there.
The white rabbit was gone again.
1 sipping | |
v.小口喝,呷,抿( sip的现在分词 ) | |
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n.香槟酒;微黄色 | |
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n.坏事;恶习;[pl.]台钳,老虎钳;adj.副的 | |
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4 bastard | |
n.坏蛋,混蛋;私生子 | |
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5 spoke | |
n.(车轮的)辐条;轮辐;破坏某人的计划;阻挠某人的行动 v.讲,谈(speak的过去式);说;演说;从某种观点来说 | |
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n.持续,地位;adj.永久的,不动的,直立的,不流动的 | |
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