Chapter 23 Chapter Twenty Two

Jenny.Kaludo secretly thought he was unlucky.Sarah.Jason wasn't home, he must be away for the weekend.There was no doubt about it, for neither her figure nor her voice could be heard.None of the lights were turned on in her house, but the answering phone was on.He heard her voice on tape.It was a beautiful voice, strong and challenging.He likes the sound of it.He called every half hour, but no one answered each time.Later, whenever he heard that voice, he felt disgusted. In any case, she was coming back, probably tonight.As long as she comes back, he can strike at any time.He gradually lost his patience and became more and more annoyed.

Christina.Villiers was so excited that his spine was itching.She had been monitoring Scarpirato's apartment all weekend.His girlfriend had finally left, and now he was alone at home, she was sure of that.She looked around, the street was quiet.She is ready.With a smile on her face, she started walking towards his apartment. Scarpirato, who was in the room, poured a glass of vodka before lighting a cigar.He is waiting for Sarah.Jason.He wasn't surprised when she called.He knew that sooner or later she would return to his side. He heard a tentative knock at the door, went to the hall and opened it.Standing at the door was a strange woman he didn't know at all.He looked at her in surprise.

What's up? The woman was of medium height, fair-haired, and very pretty.Her long hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she wore a baseball cap.Her face is angular: high cheekbones, a long nose, a pointed chin.This is a very distinctive face, even with a smile on it, there is no sign of compromise.Her eyes were cold and cold, which didn't match the smile on her face.She was wearing skinny jeans and a T-shirt.The dress made her look much younger, and looking into her eyes didn't make her look so young.She said her name was Gabriel, that she was a friend of Sarah's, and that she had something to say to him.

He becomes weak when he sees a beautiful woman.He let her in, and she slammed the door shut behind her.He led her down the long hallway, at least he could hear the voices. Simply wonderful.The passage was long and dark, with no windows, only thick walls.Christina reached into her handbag and took out a handful.Ruger 22 caliber.Mark II pistol.This is an automatic pistol with a suppressor.She stood on her feet, gripped the gun with both hands, fingers on the trigger, and pointed it at the head just three steps away from her.Scarpirato turned around just as she pulled the trigger.Before he could yell out, he fell towards the stairs and dropped the cigarette in his hand.It fell on the carpet, glowing faintly red in the dark.The fibers of the carpet begin to melt when exposed to heat, and it doesn't take long for them to burn.

Christina looked at the gun in her hand and carefully put it back in the padded carry bag.It has to be thrown away now.However, she will get a lot of money to buy many of these guns.Thanks also to Mr. Scarpirato. She looked at herself, there was no blood at all.She wasn't too close to him just now.Blood spattered the wall behind him, but not her.She walked out of the apartment triumphantly, and closed the door behind her. She walked out to the King's Road, among the evening walkers, made a detour, and returned to her lodgings in twenty minutes.She made two brief phone calls.One is for business, and the other is for fun.She was going to see Nicole this evening.

The taxi sped along Route 4 towards central London.The high-pitched roar of the car engine made Sara feel her ears buzzing.After the car left Cromwell Road and entered Earl's Court Street, the noise of the engine gradually disappeared, because there were more vehicles on the road and more pedestrians crossing the street, so the car drove slowly. Sarah watched the scene outside the car window.In five minutes, she will be home.She wanted to take a shower and change before going to see Scarpirato. She leaned back in her seat, thinking about what Yegri had said to her.She felt dizzy at the thought of the word mafia.

Catania and Vitale are Italians.Are they connected to the Mafia?Many scandals in Italy have involved the mafia, government departments, and big business. It would be surprising if this incident did not involve the mafia. These things are quite puzzling.It seemed improbable that it could be true.Sarah wanted to close her eyes, unwilling to think about it any further.She decided to go directly to Dante's place. She told the driver there was a change in her schedule.She gave Scarpirato his address: Wellington Square, Chelsea.She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes a few minutes later, there was chaos in front of her eyes.The driver parked the car at the intersection of Kings Road into Wellington Square.A cordon was set up on the square, which was full of police cars and fire engines.She saw a house burning.Smoke can be seen billowing through the trees in the center of the square.The burning house is on the other side of the square.She couldn't see the house number clearly, but she suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain.She no longer needs to look.

A policeman walked up to the taxi and looked in at her through the window. Are you a resident there, madam? She was trying to stay calm, no.I passed by here to see people.It's okay, I can wait. The policeman nodded, turned around, and saw another car trying to enter the square.Sarah felt that she could hardly contain herself.She leaned forward, gave Jacob's address to the driver, and slumped back in the seat. She knew it was Dante's apartment that was on fire over there.She couldn't help feeling horrified, knowing that he must have died unexpectedly. Jacob heard the taxi stop outside the house.He saw Sarah reclining in the back seat, went outside, paid her fare, and led her inside.He sat her down on the sofa, poured her a glass of whiskey, and asked softly but crisply: What's the matter?

Sara's words were broken and breathless. I went to see Yegri during the day and spent the weekend there.He wants to know what happened to my three million.Tell me that he has been ordered to monitor some suspicious transactions, which are all after the central bank has intervened or adjusted the exchange rate accounts.Apparently it was the British and German authorities who wanted to know.Among the accounts Yegri was ordered to monitor was a man named Antonio.Fieri, this person is a She paused.Jacob muttered something and looked at her. Fieri is the Mafia. I know.She tried to control her breathing.After a few minutes, she continued.

Dante is dead.I just passed by there, and there were fire trucks everywhere.The house is on fire, his house, Jacob.Speaking of this, she has tears streaming down her face, and her body trembles involuntarily. He might be all right, you can't be sure. She shook her head. Jacob stood up stiffly, blank-eyed, and poured two more glasses of wine. Sarah, we need to get out of this.The whole thing has gone too far.I don't know why, but I also dragged you into the den of poisonous snakes, and I think you were abandoned by others.There is so much going on around you that you should have known, but you discovered it by accident, almost completely unexpectedly.What is happening now is very sinister.What it is, only God knows.I'm not talking about Kessler, Catania and the Mafia, of course those are bad enough in their own right.I'm not talking about Scarpirato's misfortune either, maybe he's all right.There's something on the sidelines, something to do with Barrington.Don't you just tell him the truth now?

His tone was soft and firm.There was anger in his eyes, and he was obviously angry with the mastermind behind this incident. Sarah took a slow sip of her wine. I know.I should have been at the center of the matter, but I was ignorant of the situation.For a while, I felt uneasy in my heart.Now I'm really freaking out.She pauses, eyes on the glass, and I'll call him right away.He's gone to New York, and he's probably still there now. Her voice is getting lower and lower.Jacob handed her the phone.She dialed Barrington's personal phone.When no one answered, she spread her hands helplessly. I'll call again tomorrow. Jacob walked up to her and took her hand. You'd better go to bed, baby.Your room is ready, and your pajamas are ready, in case you didn't bring them.He kissed her on the head, wished her good night, and then watched her stand up, pick up the cup, and go to sleep with a tired expression. It was very quiet in Sarah's room.She fell asleep after drinking the whiskey, but not deeply. Jacob stayed up very late.He pets Ruby the cat, who sits on his lap.He has his own opinion, and it's not optimistic. Eight miles away, there was also a quiet sleepless night.Christina.Villiers sat alone at home, waiting for news.Nicole came and gave her hours of fun.After midnight, he said goodbye, and the family calmed down again.The night is getting thicker and quieter, it seems that all the cars on the street are gone, and everyone seems to have fallen asleep.She drank some diet espresso and looked at the clock on the wall.She found it comforting to be alone at the moment. Daniel called early in the morning.He told her: everything is fine.This means that Matsumoto Masami has died.And Scarpirato.Sarah is left now.Jason is gone. She felt a little regretful and a little worried.Jason is a very smart woman, and very beautiful.She had seen her photograph, a fax Kessler had sent to Catania, who had then faxed it to her.It was a black-and-white photo, an author photo of Sarah when she published an article in the magazine.Christina gave Jenny.Kaludo made a copy and kept one for himself.She took the picture out of a locked drawer and stared at it.Yes, it is a pity.She would have liked to have seen this Sarah.Jason.But for a million pounds, she'd be better off dead. She glanced at her watch quickly, frowning in exasperation.Karudo should be calling by now.Jason should have been home a few hours ago.Kaludo should have cleaned her up by now, and it's time for him to get away.Maybe something is wrong.She began to feel worried. At seven o'clock in the morning Kaludo finally called.His voice sounded tense.He used a euphemism to say that their guests did not come home.He said he waited all night and asked what to do now.She replied, cancel the operation, go back to the hotel and try your luck in the evening.Their guest had apparently spent the night at her boyfriend's house. Sarah woke up at six in the morning, as usual.She lay on the narrow single bed in Jacob's spare room, staring at the ceiling.Fear and despair came over her at the same time.She forced herself out of bed, turned on the radio, and went to the shower. When she came out of the bathroom wet, the news program had just started.She wrapped herself in a towel and lay down on the bed again.The announcer's voice drifted past her ears, but she didn't hear anything.Her brain had nearly stopped thinking.Then a string of words drilled into her brain like a soldering iron: a suspicious fire in Chelsea last night a thirty-eight-year-old Italian, Dante.Scarpirato.Police have launched an investigation into the murder. She ran out of the room and bumped into Jacob who was going upstairs.She took a step back, wrapped her arms around her chest, and stood moaning, rocking slightly back and forth.Her pointy nails dug deep into her arm, and blood ran down her arm to her elbow and onto the floor.She felt nothing and saw nothing.Then a pained expression appeared on her face. Jacob stepped forward and hugged her.She trembled violently, and his shirt was stained red by the blood flowing from her arm.Slowly, gasping for breath, she told him the news on the radio: Dante was dead.He nodded.He heard it too. Panting, she began to sob.She was so distraught that her ribs ached from crying.Jacob held her and let her cry as much as she wanted.The sudden shock finally subsided, and she gradually regained her composure. An hour later, she dressed and sat down across from Jacob at the dining room table.She holds a cup of hot coffee in her hands.There was a newspaper between them, and he pointed to a column of short articles of six lines.She saw it read: A female body was found last night in Hayes Street, a luxury residential area in Mayfair, believed to have been murdered.Police declined to release her name until the family of the deceased was notified. Sara's hand gripped the glass tightly, until it felt a little hot.She looked at Jacob, and the grim look on his face said it all.They all knew that the deceased was Matsumoto Masami. Sarah looked around, and everything was peaceful: the Welsh cupboards hung with teacups and plates, the cupboards contained fine glassware, the oak floors were worn smooth and polished.Ruby, who had come in through the rose garden from the street outside, was huddled in a corner.It was unaffected by Sarah's crying because it didn't hear it. How long will it be before the man who killed Dante and Jeongmi finds her, finds Jacob, and ruins their lives? She stood up slowly from the table. They should protect us now.Barrington or whoever gets involved in this.Protect us and arrest those people.I'll call him Jacob nodded slightly, watching her enter his study.He went into his bedroom and picked up another phone.Here's another line with another number.He pressed a thirteen-digit number.He said a few words and hung up.Then he made another call, this time a local call.In just five minutes, he had it all sorted out. Sarah.Jensen called President Barrington's home phone.After four rings, a woman answered the phone. Sara squeezed the microphone tightly, and she spoke slowly on purpose. I would like to ask the president to answer the phone. After a short pause, the other party said: Sorry, the president is in a meeting. Sarah tried to be calm and said: I have to talk to him, now. Another pause: let me see if there is any way, please don't hang up Mrs. Barrington took pity on her, and disturbed her husband, who was at breakfast.After a while, the president came to answer the phone.Sarah heard his loud, confident voice.She spoke in a smooth and steady manner, leaving all her personal emotions out of the blue. Dante.Both Scarpirato and Masami Matsumoto are dead.Matsumoto is my best friend and she helped me in the investigation.I'll call you on Friday to tell you about Carl.Heinz.Kessler was the third and Catania himself the fourth.He himself received a quarter of the stolen money.There is a mafia involved.I think they are trying to kill me.You have to figure it out.You owe protection to me and a friend of mine.You should arrest Arnott, Vjital and Kessler immediately.You already have enough evidence.It's not just a financial crime, it's murder.You must report the situation to the Italian side and have them arrest Catania.There was another named Fieri, who must have been involved as well. Barrington grabbed the phone, horrified, oh my god Sarah, this is horrific.He stopped for a few seconds.When he spoke again, Sara heard that he seemed to be trying to strengthen his tone, of course we must protect you.I'll make arrangements right away.Don't worry, just tell me your phone number. Sarah gave Jacob's phone number. I'll call you back soon. Sarah put down the phone and went to the kitchen to wait for Jacob to come out. She was painfully aware now that he was clearly not working for the Governor of the Bank of England but for someone else, someone above him, someone to whom he had to report.She could imagine that they were now negotiating what to do with her.Then Barrington called again, pretending to tell her what to do, as if those decisions and instructions were made by him. She could imagine an invisible hand manipulating her.In addition to fear, she felt hurt and fooled, as well as a familiar pang of anger. She tried to control herself.The president will call and she will be waiting here.In the absence of evidence to the contrary, give him a moment to think it over.He should have a relatively sufficient reason to give a convincing explanation for all this.She believed it, and hoped that somehow she and Jacob would be miraculously taken to a safe place.In this way, everything can be explained and made more clear.Kessler and his cabal would be apprehended, her mission would be over, and he and Jacob would be safe and sound from now on. However, she always felt that things would not be like this. James.Bartrop was calm when he got the news.He already knew about the murders of Scarpirato and Matsumoto Masami.Barrington was considering contingency plans when he called.His instructions were simple: call her, tell her to stay calm, and tell her you'll send someone for her.All this is arranged by me. Barrington didn't want to argue with him, didn't want to think about the nightmare.Jansen's protection must be provided immediately, arrangements were made for it, and it would be Bartrop's responsibility.Once she's in a safe place, the counter-accusation work can begin.The whole thing was a catastrophe: chaos and death, for what?He should never have been involved in this matter.He thought of the police, of all the interrogations, and wondered how Bartrop could control the situation. There is no such thing as an impenetrable wall, and there will certainly be investigations that will follow, and there will be strong reactions from the public. However, there has never been a bank president who has been forced to resign before. However, it is strange that Bartrop's tone There is no despair in it.He has always been calm and calm.The only puzzling thing was that he was a little emotional. He called Sarah.As soon as the phone rang, Sarah grabbed it. It's all arranged, Sarah.Tell me where you are and I'll send for you. when?Who is coming?How can I identify them?when are they comingThey must come now.She began to break the calm she had shown just now, pouring out words laced with fear and distrust. They'll get to you asap, Sara.You give me the address and they'll be off right away. Sara was extremely tired and panicked at the moment. Without thinking, she gave Jacob's address and put down the phone. Jacob just walked into the room at this time, what happened?Who did you give my address to? Sarah sat down.Jacob's tone startled her, Governor.He will send for us and bring us to him. Jacob sat across from her, his mild eyes turning serious.He couldn't believe it when he heard it. That said, they let you do this without offering you any protection.They tell you that if you get caught, no one will take your side, no one will help you.It's not because of them that you realize that what you're dealing with isn't actually some Italian dandy, but a big bank, the president of the Bank of Italy, and the Italian Mafia.Your coworker and your best friend were murdered.You're sitting in my house now, waiting for someone you don't know to come and take you away.And these people start by saying they can't help you.He saw tears in her eyes, saw her biting her lips fiercely, and wiped her cheeks with her hands to wipe away the tears. She cried out to him in despair: "Then what shall I do?"I don't know what else to do, who else to trust. Jacob stood up, then sat down again, and said in a soft, eager voice: Listen, I have a few friends who can help us temporarily until we know what's really going on.Apparently you're not working for the Governor of the Bank of England.These are matters outside his remit.Maybe he's just a front man.It's more like MI5, for some reason they keep you in the dark and treat you like a pawn.She was about to argue, but he held up his hand and didn't let her say that my friend will be here in ten minutes and they will take us to the airport.With your passport on you, we'll be flying away in two hours to a safe place where no one will find us.He caught the look of hesitation in her eyes. Well, Sarah, can you really trust them? Sarah looked into the familiar dark eyes before her.They are changed now, very serious and serious.She thought he had a point.Barrington failed to keep his word from day one, and as a result, both Dante and Jung-mi died. Well, she said, I'll go. In the Century Building, James.Bartrop jotted down the address Barrington had given him, and said good-bye politely.Then he pressed the intercom and told his secretary, Moira, to put him through to the chief of MI6 (the chief of MI6 was code-named C) and told her to tell Miles to come to his office. C's phone connects, and Bartrop's words are succinct: Our Gorgon (it's only natural for a temporary agent to have a code name) is in trouble.Her good friend and her colleagues were all killed.She discovered many more things, and some things about Fieri.I'm bringing her along with a friend whose name I don't know. This operation is really a bit of a blessing and a curse, C said, good information comes at a high price.I don't know much about your agents, but it's too late now.I have to notify the Foreign Office adviser.He could go to the undersecretary and tell them the troubles he was facing.You've got the Criminal Bureau involved, right? They are now with the site scouts. good.Take all possible measures, Bartrop. Bartrop hung up.After a while, Forshaw walked in. Taking a few people to Golders Green, he spoke Jacob's address fluently, and took Gorgon and the man with her.Be stealthy in action.No flaws can be seen.Set up a secret sentry near that place, and monitor it 24 hours a day.Bring the people from the Criminal Bureau and tell them to arrest the suspicious person, it's hard to say.Maybe we can catch Fieri's killer. Do you think it's him? Who else? Fifteen minutes later, an MI6 detachment of agents and whistle-blowers and two CID officers were on their way to Golders-Green. Just at Bartrop and Miles.While Forshaw was speaking, Christina.Villiers is also giving Rome's Giancarlo.Catania called.She read him the newspaper reports about Scarpirato and Masami Matsumoto.With a soft curse, he ordered her to find Sara immediately.Jason.He doubled the amount of the honorarium.If she is killed that night, two million pounds will be given.Christina has thought about it a hundred times: what is Sarah?What did Jason know that he became such a dangerous person, and he could get so much money by killing her?She was both excited and curious about her task.She decided to take matters into her own hands.She didn't have time to ask Jenny.Laludo assigned a task.She will find Sarah herself.Jason, and kill her. She called Intercontinental Bank to inquire about the situation.A man in the foreign exchange trading counter told her in a trembling voice, Sarah.Jason isn't here, didn't come today.She put down the phone and began to meditate, fingers involuntarily placed on her lips.Hide, Jason will hide. She went to the safe, took out a bunch of keys, and went upstairs to the bedroom.She opened a cupboard and took out some wigs and a large metal cosmetic case.The blond hair she'd worn yesterday to find Scarpirato was on top.She rummaged through it, took out a long brown curly hair extension, and slowly slipped it over her short blond hair.She tugged hard to see if it would fall.Then she opened her vanity case and took out four rolls of tampons that dentists use to suck blood during drilling and extractions.She stuffed two tampons into her mouth and pressed them against the sides of her cheeks.In the mirror, her image changed.The grim blonde turns into a charming chipmunk teenage girl with a big smile and a sweet babe. She picked it up and put it on.Two-caliber pistol bag, take the gun out of it.She was going to hand over the pistol to Daniel in the future and let him dispose of it.She temporarily put it in a safe and swapped it for a different model gun, a Browning automatic, the Secret Service's favorite gun.She didn't want anyone to see a connection between the two actions.She locked the safe and walked to the door. Ten minutes later, she was standing outside Sarah's door and rang the bell.There was a worried look on her face.Then the voice from behind her really startled her.It was Mrs. Jardine standing on the sidewalk with her two children. You are looking for Sarah.Jason?She is not at home at the moment.at work. Christina pretended to be nervous, and that was the problem, she said, because she wasn't at work and there was no one at home.She pretended to be helpless, almost crying, and I had to find her.It was about his brother Alex, who fell down the hill and fell hard.I have to tell her she'll be flying to see him right away. Christina spoke almost hysterically and intermittently.But her heart was extremely calm, and she was even secretly happy.The context provided by Catania is fantastic.The woman in front of her believed it all. Mrs. Jardin was so frightened that she quickly covered her mouth with her hands, oh, God.The poor girl.yeah she sure will visit him Christina interrupted her. I have to find her.Do you know where she will be? Mrs. Jardin was quietly thinking about it, and occasionally said: I don't know.Or I can't remember.Suddenly, her face lit up, Jacob.Yes, Jacob.Goldsmith.It was her friend, uncle or something, who took care of her when she was sick.I remember he lived in Golders|Green Road.I can't remember the address, but it's probably in the phone book.She stretched out her hand, saying that she couldn't help, it was worth a try, what do you think? Christina suppressed a laugh, oh yes.definitely is.She gave the woman a quick thankful smile and ran straight for the payphone booth on the King's Road.Mrs. Jardine looked at her receding back and thought, how caring this woman is! Christina dialed 142.The woman at the phone number office could name Golders | Jacob G. Greenway.Goldsmith's number, but no address.She advised Christina to check the telephone directory, it would be there.Christina ran to the newsstand across the street.Yes, they have a telephone directory.They asked her to wait a while, and they went to get it. Five minutes later, the man's assistant returned.Christina immediately started looking.She found two J.Goldsmith.She took down both numbers and addresses, turned around, said thank you, and ran up the King's Road without looking back.She hailed a taxi and directed the driver to the first address: Rotherwick Road. Before the car reached Rotherwick Road, Christina paid the fare first.After getting off the car, she turned a corner pretending nothing had happened.As soon as she turned onto the quiet, tree-lined road, something was wrong.There was a British Gas van parked opposite Number 24, but there were no pipelines or workers nearby.At this time, an old man about seventy years old hobbled towards her, still muttering something.His gaze seemed casual, but her gut told her there was danger here.A cat walks in front of her.With an idea, she found her own way out.She picked up the cat and said aloud: Oh, Taga, I found you, you naughty bastard.She smiled at the old man who came over, and nodded to the cat. When it's time to go to the doctor, I want to slip away.Really, it was like knowing that Christina turned and the cat struggled in her arms, digging its claws into her thin blouse and drawing blood from her.She couldn't help but yelled, held back the pain, and walked back along the road just now.She walked forward about four hundred yards, making sure no one was watching her, put the cat down, hailed a cab, and headed straight for Chelsea. The old man kept looking at her, still muttering non-stop.The microphone in his pocket relayed his words to a dark whistle in the van. Nothing, just a Jewish American girl who lost her kitten. Christina leaned against the seat of the taxi.She thought her instincts were right.It was not an idle old man, but a spy.That van might have been full of cops.The police had found Sarah before her.Jason.It's a shame, she did her best.Now it's time to withdraw, the best policy is to go back to Italy.She kills Scarpirato and Matsumoto for a reward of two million.She will give Daniel and Jenny four hundred thousand each.Then deal with Sarah.Jason is all about Catania. The dark sentries are still waiting.The front and rear of the house were under their watch.No one can escape their sight in and out.But so far, they have found nothing.There was not even a sound in the house.After half an hour, they started to get irritable.There are two agents in the van.One of them called Forshaw to report the situation, and Forshaw called Bartrop to report.They agreed that if there was still no movement in the house in another half hour, they would go in and have a look.For the time being they must stand still. Forty minutes later they reported to Bartrop that the house was empty.Sarah.Jason and her unnamed friend are nowhere to be found. Five minutes later, all airports and ports were notified.All passports held by women who resembled Sarah were subject to inspection, but Sarah was nowhere to be found.Johnson's shadow