The Golden Gate

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Book: The Golden Gate Read Free
Author: Alistair MacLean
Tags: Fiction, thriller
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on. We have a job to do.'

'How do you know I have not?'

'Sir. Please. You must understand we have some very important people in there.'

'Don't I know it. Don't I just know it." The man sighed, reached inside 'his coat, produced and opened a wallet. The policeman looked at it, stiffened, unmistakably swallowed and deepened his complexion by two shades.

I'm very sorry, sir. Mr Jensen, sir.'

Tin sorry, too. Sorry for all of us. They can keep their damned oil as far as I'm concerned. Dear lord, what a circus.' He talked until the officer relaxed, then carried on his to-and-fro strolling. The policeman returned to the steps.

One of the plain-clothes men looked at him without a great deal of enthusiasm. He said: 'A great crowd mover-on you are.'

'Like to try?'

'If I must give you a demonstration,' he said wearily. He walked down three steps, paused, looked back up. 'He flashed a card at you, didn't he?'

'Sort of.' The policeman was enjoying himself.

'Who?'

'Don't you recognize your own deputy director when you see him?'

'Jesus!' The FBI man's miraculous return to the top step could have been attributed to nothing other than sheer levitation.

'Are you not,' the policeman asked 'innocently, 'going to move him on?'

The plain-clothes man scowled then smiled. 'From now on, I think I'll leave those menial tasks to the uniformed branch.'

A bell-boy of great age appeared on the top step, hesitated, then went down to the street as Jensen gave him an encouraging wave. As he approached his wizened face was further creased in worry. He said: 'Aren't you taking a helluva chance, sir? FBI man up there."

'No chance.' Jensen was unperturbed. Tie's California FBI. I'm Washington. Chalk and cheese. I doubt if he'd know the Director-General if ne came and sat on 'his lap. What's the word, Willie?'

"They're all having breakfast in their rooms. No sleepers-in, all on schedule.'

'Let me know every tea minutes.'

'Yes, sir. Gee, Mr Jensen, aren't you taking one godawful chance? The place is swarming with fuzz and not only just inside. Those windows across there - there's a rifle behind a dozen of them and a man behind each rifle.'

'I know, Willie. I'm the man in the eye of the storm. Dead safe.'

'If you're caught -'

'I won't be. Even if I were, you're clear.'

'Clear! Everybody sees me talking to you - '

'Why? Because I'm FBI. I told you that. You've no reason to doubt it. There are six men on the top of the steps who believe the same thing. Anyway, Willie, you can always plead the Fifth Amendment.'

Willie departed. In full view of the six watchers Jensen pulled out his walkie-talkie. 'PI?'

'Yes?' Branson was as calm as ever.

'On schedule.'

'Fine. PI's moving now. Every ten minutes. Right?'

'Of course. How's my twin?'

Branson looked towards the rear of the coach. The bound and gagged man between the aisles bore an uncanny resemblance to Jensen.

'He'll live.'

TWO

Van Effen eased the big coach on to the 280 and headed her north-east up the Southern Freeway. Van Effen was a short, stocky man, with close-cropped blond hair and a head that was almost a perfect cube. His ears were so close to 'his head that they appeared to have been pasted there, his nose had clearly been at odds with some heavy object in the past, he tended to wear a vacuous smile as if he'd decided it was the safest expression to cope with the numerous uncertain things that were going on in the uncertain world around him and the dreamy light blue eyes, which would never be accused of being possessed of any powers of penetration, served only to reinforce the overall impression of one overwhelmed by the insoluble complexities of life. Van Effen was a very very intelligent person whose knife-like intelligence could cope with an extremely wide variety of the world's problems and, although they had known each other for only two years, he had indisputably become Peter Branson's indispensable lieutenant.

Both men sat together in the front of the coach, both, for the

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