10 AM
TONI sat in the control tower at the flying school. With her in the little room were Frank Hackett, Kit1 Oxenford, and a local police detective. In the hangar, parked out of sight, was the military helicopter that had brought them here. It had been close, but they had made it with a minute to spare.
Kit clutched the burgundy briefcase2. He was pale, his face expressionless. He obeyed instructions like an automaton3.
They all watched through the big windows. The clouds were breaking up, and the sun shone over the snow-covered airstrip. There was no sign of a helicopter.
Toni held Nigel Buchanan's mobile phone, waiting for it to ring. The batteries had run out at some point during the night, but it was the same kind as Hugo's, so she had borrowed his charger, which was now plugged into the wall.
"The pilot should have called by now," she said anxiously.
Frank said, "He may be a few minutes late."
She pressed buttons and discovered the last number Nigel had dialed. It looked like a mobile number, and it was timed at 11:45 p.m. yesterday. "Kit," she said. "Did Nigel call the customer just before midnight?"
"His pilot."
She turned to Frank. "This will be the number. I think we should call it."
"Okay."
She pressed "Send," and handed the mobile to the local police detective. He put it to his ear. After a few moments, he said, "Yeah, this is me, where are you?" He spoke4 with a London accent similar to Nigel's, which was why Frank had brought him along. "That close?" he said, looking through the window up at the sky. "We can't see you—"
As he spoke, a helicopter came down through the clouds.
Toni tensed.
The police officer hung up. Toni took out her own mobile and called Odette, who was now in the operations room at Scotland Yard. "Customer in sight."
Odette could not repress the excitement in her voice. "Give me the tail number."
"Just a minute ..." Toni peered at the helicopter until she could make out the registration5 mark, then read the letters and numbers to Odette. Odette read them back then hung up.
The helicopter descended6. Its rotors blew the snow on the ground into a storm. It landed a hundred yards from the control tower.
Frank looked at Kit and nodded. "Off you go."
Kit hesitated.
Toni said, "Just do everything as planned. Say, 'We had some problems with the weather, but everything worked out okay in the end.' You'll be fine."
Kit went down the stairs, carrying the briefcase.
Toni had no idea whether he would perform as instructed. He had been up for more than twenty-four hours, he had been in a car crash, and he was emotionally wrecked7. He might do anything.
There were two men in the front seats of the helicopter. One of them, presumably the copilot, opened a door and got out, carrying a large suitcase. He was a stocky man of medium height, wearing sunglasses. Ducking his head, he moved away from the aircraft.
A moment later, Kit appeared outside the tower and walked across the snow toward the helicopter.
"Stay calm, Kit," Toni said aloud. Frank grunted8.
The two men met halfway9. There was some conversation. Was the copilot asking where Nigel was? Kit pointed10 to the control tower. What was he saying? Nigel sent me to make the delivery, perhaps. But it could just as easily be The police are up there in the control tower. There were more questions, and Kit shrugged11.
Toni's mobile rang. It was Odette. "The helicopter is registered to Adam Hallan, a London banker," she said. "But he's not on board."
"Shame."
"Don't worry, I wasn't expecting him. The pilot and copilot are employees of his. They filed a flight plan to Battersea Heliport—just across the river from Mr. Hallan's house in Cheyne Walk."
"He's Mister Big, then?"
"Trust me. We've been after him for a long time."
The copilot pointed at the burgundy briefcase. Kit opened it and showed him a Diablerie bottle in a nest of polystyrene packing chips. The copilot put his suitcase on the ground and opened it to reveal stacks of banded fifty-pound notes, closely packed together; at least a million pounds, Toni thought, perhaps two million. As he had been instructed, Kit took out one of the stacks and riffled it.
Toni told Odette, "They've made the exchange. Kit's checking the money."
The two men on the airfield12 looked at each other, nodded, and shook hands. Kit handed over the burgundy briefcase, then picked up the suitcase. It seemed heavy. The copilot walked back to the helicopter, and Kit returned to the control tower.
As soon as the copilot got back into the aircraft, it took off.
Toni was still on the line to Odette. "Are you picking up the signal from the transmitter in the bottle?"
"Loud and clear," Odette said. "We've got the bastards13."
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automaton
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grunted
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bastards
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