|
[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
You're not being pushed, Rayford. We love you here. We just wouldn't be able to justify not having one of our top guys get the best job in the world in his profession. What about my record? A complaint has been lodged against me. Gustafson smiled knowingly. A complaint? I know nothing of a complaint? Do you, Earl? Nothing's come across my desk, sir, he said. And if it did, I'm sure it could be expedited beyond danger in a very short time. By the way, Rayford, Gustafson said, are you familiar with a Nicholas Edwards? Rayford nodded. Friend of yours? First officer a couple of times. I'd like to think we're friends, yes. Did you hear he had been promoted to captain? Rayford shook his head. Politics, he thought glumly. Nice, huh? Gustafson said. Real nice, Rayford said, his head spinning. Anything else standing in your way? Gustafson said. Rayford could see his choices disappearing. At the very least, and I'm still not saying I'll take it, I would have to be headquartered in Chicago. Gustafson grimaced and shook his head. Earl told me that. I don't get it. I would think you'd want to be out of here, away from the memories of your wife and other daughter. Son. Yeah, the college boy. Rayford didn't correct him, but he saw Earl wince. Anyway, Gustafson said, you could get your daughter away from whoever might be stalking her, and Sir? and you could get yourself a nice place outside D.C. Stalking her? Well, maybe it's not that obvious yet, Rayford, but I sure as blazes wouldn't want my daughter to be hearing from somebody anonymously. I don't care what they were sending. But how did you ? I mean, Rayford, you'd never forgive yourself if something happened to that little girl and you had a chance to get her away from whoever is threatening her. My daughter is not being stalked or threatened! What are you talking about? I'm talking about the roses, or whatever the bouquet was. What was the deal with that? That's what I'd like to know. As far as I know, only three people, besides whoever sent those, even know she got them. How did you find out? I don't remember. Somebody just mentioned that sometimes a person has a reason to leave just as much as he has a reason to like the new opportunity. But if you're not pushing me out, I have no reason to leave. Not even if your daughter is getting hassled by someone? Anyone who wanted to hassle her could find her in Washington just as easily as here, Rayford said. But still ... I don't like the idea that you know all this. Well, don't turn down the job of a lifetime over an insignificant mystery. It's not insignificant to me. Gustafson stood. I'm not accustomed to begging people to do what I ask. So if I don't take this, I'm history with Pan-Con? You ought to be, but I suppose we'd have a tough time with a suit from you Page 100 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html after we encouraged you to take the job of piloting the president. Rayford had no intention of filing a suit, but he said nothing. Gustafson sat again. Do me a favor, he said. Go to Washington. Talk to the people, probably the chiefs of staff. Tell them you'll make the run to Israel for the peace-treaty signing. Then decide what you want to do. Would you do that for me? Rayford knew Gustafson would never tell him where he'd heard about Chloe's flowers, and he figured his best bet was to pry it out of Hattie. Yes, Rayford said at last. I'll do that. Good! Gustafson said, shaking hands with both Rayford and Earl. I think we're halfway home. And Earl, make this run to Baltimore today Rayford's last before the trip to Israel. In fact, he's going to be so close to Washington, let's get somebody else to fly his plane back so he can meet with people at the White House today. Can we arrange that? It's already done, sir. Earl, Gustafson said, if you were ten years younger, you'd be the man for the job. Rayford noticed the pain on Earl's face. Gustafson couldn't know how badly Halliday had wanted that very job. On the way to his plane, Rayford checked his mail slot. There, among the packages and interoffice memos, was a note. It read simply, Thanks for your endorsement on my early promotion. I really appreciate it. And good luck to you. Signed, Captain Nicholas Edwards. Several hours later Rayford left the cockpit of his 747 in Baltimore and was met by a Pan-Con operative who presented him with credentials that would get him into the White House. Upon his arrival, he was quickly whisked through the gate. A guard welcomed him by name and wished him luck. When he finally got to the office of an assistant to the chief of staff, Rayford made clear that he was agreeing only to fill in as pilot for the trip to Israel the following Monday. Very good, he was told. We have already begun the character and reference check, the FBI probe, and the Secret Service interviewing. It will take a bit longer to complete anyway, so you'll be in a position to impress us and the president without being responsible for him until you've passed all checkpoints. You can authorize me to fly the U.N. secretary-general with less clearance on me than you'd need for the president? Precisely. Anyway, you've already been approved by the U.N. I have? You have. By whom? By the secretary-general himself. Buck was on the phone to Marge Potter at Global Weekly headquarters in New York when he heard the news. The entire world would go to dollars for currency within one year, the plan to be initiated and governed by the United Nations, funded by a one-tenth of one percent tax to the U.N. on every dollar. That doesn't sound unreasonable, does it? Marge asked. Ask the financial editor, Marge, Buck said. It'll be gazillions a year. And just how much is a gazillion? More than either of us can count. Buck sighed. You were going to do some checking, Marge, about finding someone to help arrange these religion interviews. He could hear her shuffling papers. You can catch your one-world religion guys here in New York, she said. They're heading out Friday, but very few of them will be in Israel. Your temple guys will be in Jerusalem next week. We'll try to get in touch with those two kooks you want at the Wailing Wall, but the Page 101 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html smart money here says not to count on it. I'll take my chances. And where would you like us to send your remains? I'll survive. No one else has. But I'm not threatening them, Marge. I'm helping them broadcast their message. Whatever that is. You see why we need a story on them? It's your life, Buck. Thank you. And you'd better get to this Cardinal Mathews on your way here. He's [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
Odnośniki
|