Chapter 25 Chapter Twenty-Four

Sarah.Jason awoke from his deep sleep.She opened her eyes, and what she saw was a completely unfamiliar ceiling.Many memories flooded her mind: Dante, Masami, Jacob, and Jack.She reached for the watch on the bedside table.It's already seven o'clock, my God, she has been asleep since yesterday afternoon!Desperation hit her again.sleep!Sleep it for days, weeks, months!This way she knows.Her body will be completely at rest, and her mind will forget about it. She sat up abruptly, her eyes scanning the room quickly, her mind gradually shaking off the memory.This kind of thing can't happen anymore.Don't let this kind of thing happen again, she won't be able to handle it anyway.She suddenly remembered something again, and couldn't help feeling panic.She has found a solution to the problem.It took her a few years, but it worked.It will work this time too.But this time she won't delay.She couldn't afford it, otherwise her own life would be in danger.She quickly moved her legs off the bed and stood on the ground, but her head was still dizzy.

She stepped on the carpet into the bathroom.This is a large room opposite the bedroom.Her feet touched the cold marble.The marble floor and the marble walls are all white, like a mausoleum.On one side were three large floor-to-ceiling windows hung side by side with carved wooden venetian blinds.A large whirlpool bathtub is set deep into the marble floor in the center of the room.Next to it is a 3-in-1 shower room consisting of a shower, sauna and steam bath. Sarah went into the shower, turned the temperature gauge to zero, and turned the faucet to full blast.The cold water poured down like a waterfall, wet her hair and flowed into her eyes, and she felt very comfortable.

She came out, dried herself with a towel, put on a grimace, and put on yesterday's clothes reluctantly.She combed her hair, walked outside through the French windows of the bedroom, and breathed in the cool morning air. The garden outside was a beautiful oasis, with no one but her chirping birds.As she walked on the path, the little bird flew up and down the path like no one else.Clear water was running in the ditches in the garden.She came to a large pool where many carp were raised, and there were two stone-carved cats guarding the side of the pool.Sarah watched the fat golden carp swimming in the water.She wondered if the cats would scare the heron away, or if the birds would sneak down into the water to feast.She continued walking until she came to the front of the house.It's nice to have no one bothering like this.

She heard a soft clink of china and looked down to see Jack sitting on the terrace below, eating his breakfast.She walked over to him.Seeing her coming, he raised his head and smiled at her. What are you doing up so early?I thought I was the only one getting up so early. It's so beautiful outside that I can't lie down in bed. Jack pointed to the table with his finger: Now that you're up, why don't you have some breakfast? Sarah looked at the baguette, sliced ​​mango and papaya, and a large glass of fresh orange juice on the table.She also smelled freshly ground coffee.She sits across from Jack.I'll just eat a little.

Jack pressed the small pager, and Angelo came soon.After a while, Jacob also appeared.He just got up, and his back is not fully straightened yet. Please serve two more breakfasts, Angelo.Oh, by the way, how are the clothes? All right, Mr. Jack.Mariela will be done in another hour. OK, great.Then please put them in this young lady's room. Sarah noticed that he did not use her first name.Jacob probably told him everything, she thought.Now he is deliberately concealing my identity. what clothes?she asked. Well, you can't always wear this outfit, can you?Mariela made you some dresses out of her own fabric.It's very ordinary, but I believe it must be very beautiful on you.It's better than going to Marrakech to buy it.

Sarah winked at him across the table.Incredibly discreet.She will hide here, without showing a trace outside, as if she does not exist.She felt a wave of irritation, followed by a wave of fear.Some strange faces appeared in her mind, these faces were asking people in the crowd, looking for her trace everywhere. She looked at the stranger opposite, wondering how much this person knew.She was a little worried, but quickly dismissed it.Jacob would not have brought her here if he hadn't fully trusted the man.She should trust him too. Then Jacob came to the table.He took off the Panama hat he was wearing and fanned it in his hands.

Good morning, baby.Did you sleep well?Are you okay? Sarah smiled at his veiled concern. Yes, thank you, Jacob.I slept about fifteen hours. OK, that's right.He turned to Jack, grinned at him, and borrowed your hat.I wanted to go for a walk.I don't want to get dizzy from the sun, I can't stand the sun. You can't be too careful, huh? You're saying I'm being too careful.Jacob said pretending to be angry.Then he turned to Sara: I told you, I was being watched wherever I went, you know, those little red lights were always on.I walked along the wall, which was nice and shaded, but I made a mistake.It's like a castle in there, the walls are fifteen feet high, there's barbed wire, there's cameras, I don't even dare to urinate into a bush lest I set off some siren

Sarah and Jack laughed when they heard this: Fortunately, you didn't.There is nothing that goes on in this garden that I do not know.I installed state-of-the-art cameras, infrared, daylight, warning lights, detectors, all that stuff.I still have Yep.As if summoned, a ferocious Yorkshire Sheepdog sprang out and followed Mariela down the steps.Mariela was coming with two breakfasts. Mariela put down the tray, scolded Jap, and went back into the house.Japp was very excited and romping early in the morning.After seeing Mariela leave, it came over to look at Sarah.Sarah bent down, stroked its neck, and coaxed it softly.Yep became very well-behaved. He lay on the ground, rolled on the spot to reveal his white belly, and scratched it with his paws.

You are really not simple, Jack said with a smile, it generally does not like strangers.You have to keep it far away, it will bite you badly. Right, Yep?Sara straightened up and smiled faintly at the two old men in front of her.Jacob is so kind, it's hard for him.He did not tell her that she was in danger, but reassured her of her safety in the most lighthearted way.And Jack quickly understood this and made his commitment to her in a lighthearted way. Her heart was still heavy like a stone, but at least the fear hidden in her heart was under control.She can still laugh.This even she herself can't believe it.She was startled, as if she suddenly woke up from a dream.Jack spoke again.

Mariela is going shopping this morning.Food, groceries, etc.If you want something, just tell her, or tell me, and I will tell her. Sara couldn't think of anything to buy for a moment, she shook her head, and then she remembered. Oh, just one thing.If possible, bring back a newspaper.i want to see if there is anything on it That's no problem, Jack said, usually Angelo went to buy it around one o'clock.The newspaper arrived around three o'clock, and he left earlier to have a drink with friends in a restaurant. He thought I didn't know.Ha ha!He should know that there is nothing in this place that I don't know.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Angelo brought back a stack of British and Italian newspapers. Have a good drink?How are your friends?Jack asked with a playful smile. Well, thank you, Mr. Jack.Angelo replied with a smile.The old joke was almost as old as they were.He took the newspapers to a shaded table on the back deck and laid them out one by one like a deal.Jack thanked him and sent him to tell the lady that the papers had been bought. After a few minutes, Jacob and Sarah came out together.Sarah had changed into the dress Mariela had made for her.The white linen skirt and gown looked roomy on her.Jack was startled to see her.Her hair was tied back and her white face was unpainted, like a young girl going to a Catholic confirmation.But when she got closer, he realized that it was his hallucination.There is no ingénue lightness about her, but the burden of experience and the stress of tragedy.Her face was tense, her arms drooped, and her steps were heavy.But the strange thing is that she didn't recover from the setback at all.Her head was held high, and her eyes sparkled with defiance. She sat down at the table with Jacob, and the three of them began to read the newspaper purposefully.Sarah read Corriere della Sera and La Stampa in Italy and The Times in England.Jack reads the British Daily Mail and the Guardian, Jacob the Independent and the Daily Telegraph.All three were silently buried in their newspapers, all looking for the same news.But there was nothing in the newspaper. There are no headings or paragraphs or any text mentioning Carl.Heinz.Kessler, Matthew.Arnott or Kara.News of Vatail's arrest.Not long after the newspaper opened, they knew that Catania had not been arrested. Otherwise, Italian newspapers would have reported it with headlines, and it was impossible not to report such a thing.But they are still reading carefully line by line. After half an hour, a lot of newspapers I had read had been thrown on the ground. It's been twenty-four hours and more.Why haven't they acted yet?Sarah looked at their faces, trying to find answers in their worried eyes.They were silent for a while, and it was Jacob who said something: they might have arrested those people.I don't know what the newspaper deadline is, it's probably already happening, but it's too late today. Yes.That's why, Sarah said.She hoped it was true, if they had been caught last night, it wouldn't be in the papers until tomorrow.We'd better watch the news, maybe it's on the TV news. They watched Sky News on a big-screen color TV in a very dark room.Still no news.Sarah turned off the TV and started walking up and down the room. oh god.It's just too much for me.What happened?Why haven't they caught them yet?Her voice was full of sadness.The two men exchanged glances quickly. Things may not be that simple.The use of the police will involve people from all walks of life.They all have to have their own schedule of action, and they may have good reasons for delaying action.Jack said. What more good reason is needed!Sarah raised her voice. Two people had already died.What more important reason could they have? They may have to follow them for a period of time to see who else they are connected with, Jacob said, after all, they still don't know a lot.This is also reasonable. Oh yes, the people who killed Dante and Jung Mi are still at large and still looking for me.Sarah fell silent.Suddenly her eyes lit up, I just remembered something Jacob and Jack, who were sitting on the chairs, straightened up at the same time, and asked in unison: What's the matter? Barrington has yet to get the tape.It's those tapes above that mention Kessler and Catania as the third and fourth.Regarding the situation of those two people, I told him on the phone that the evidence was not strong enough.The tape will speak for itself.Did you bring the tape, Jacob?I remember you stuffing them into your case. Jacob nodded. I'm going to make a copy of the tape.You can send it to him by express mail, and then observe the movement.If he gets them, then I can trust him.If I don't catch him, I can't trust him. Jack and Jacob shifted uneasily.Sarah had a point, but they didn't want to agree.It seemed that she wanted to test Barrington, even set a trap, and she hoped that he would not stand the test.She seemed to have secretly hatched a plan and was seeking their approval at this moment. So what are you going to do?Jacob asked. Sarah smiled but didn't answer. Sarah.Jensen's package was delivered to Barrington's desk the next morning.Angelo flew to London early in the morning, handed over the package to the express courier company, and asked the company to delay delivery by two hours.He paid in cash, so they couldn't trace it.After finishing his work, he caught the next flight to Marrakech.When the package was placed on Barrington's desk, Angelo had already reached the sky above Spain. There is a handwritten word in blue ink on the package: Private Confidential Letter, signed by the recipient.Barrington opened it.A piece of creamy yellow paper fell out of it.It says: Governor: The attached tape will provide a strong corroboration of my evidence.Now that you have this information, I'm sure you'll pass it on to the appropriate authorities (whoever it is), and arrests will be made.You will understand that as long as these people are at large, I am very concerned for my safety.I am sure you will deal with it immediately and swiftly.Until then, I will stay in this place, at least with measures to ensure my personal safety. Sarah.Sincerely, Jason Barrington pressed the call button and said to Ethel: Don't answer any calls until I notify you.He opened the drawer tremblingly, took out a tape recorder, and put the tape in it. After listening for half an hour, he turned off the recorder and sat there lost in thought: Thank God, Sarah.Jason is still alive.Her reappearance is achieved through a proxy, or at least inconvenient.He wished he could get out of this mess.He has nothing to do with what Catania is actively involved in.But Carl.Heinz.Kessler was the chief executive of a major City of London bank, under his watch.Publicity of this matter would not only damage the City's reputation, but also his record as a manager.He was rather disheartened, and hoped that Bartrop would keep these things from getting into the press, that there would be no interrogation, and that the matter would be settled in the dark.But he knew that with those two murders, that was almost impossible.If he is to preserve his reputation and position, his methods will have to be subtle.He sat there thinking hard for a full quarter of an hour.Then he called Bartrop and said: You better come over here.Sarah.Jason is trying to get in touch with us. Bartrop read first the letter, then listened to the tape, then leaned back, frowning worriedly. What do you think?Barrington asked. Bartrop let out a long sigh: Well, in a way, it's a good thing.She is alive and has given us conclusive evidence on the Kessler and Catania issues.We can easily check the accounts mentioned by Kessler and Arnott.As a result, Catania will become a turtle in the urn.But this not only fails to make us understand Fieri further, but also puts us in a very embarrassing situation. What?You mean trying to get her back? Well, not entirely.We will find her, but she seems to be bargaining with us.If we arrest the suspect, she will come back.She obviously knows something about Fieri and the Mafia involved, and one can imagine she'll tell us when the time comes.But if we arrest the suspect now, we may lose intelligence of great scouting value, and gain from her something we don't know, but probably of little value.If so, we will lose the opportunity to obtain the facts of Fieri's crime.This is the problem.Bartrop looked out onto the courtyard. So what are you going to do? Bartrop interrupted his thinking and said loudly: I don't know either, I have to think about it. What should I do if she calls? I don't think she will call.She's smart enough to know we're doing phone tracking.Here's another thing to worry about.Her insinuations to the authorities clearly she suspected that there was something on our side that went beyond what you told her.She might have formed her opinion that there was a great conspiracy. Barrington smiled disapprovingly: she couldn't be wrong. Bartrop glared at him, got up and left.Before closing the door, he turned around and said: If she really calls, then find a way to get her to talk, find a way to learn more about the situation.Get her back so we can sort things out. Barrington looked towards the closed door, and it seemed that Bartrop's shadow was left on the door.He can't wait for Sarah.Jason hides his face, even if it makes Bartrop uncomfortable. He looked gloomily into the yard, where the cool tones of the greenery did not comfort him.His only consolation was that Bartrop's situation was worse than his. That morning he reported everything to the Chancellor of the Exchequer.The Chancellor reports to the Prime Minister, who informs the Foreign Secretary and the Home Secretary, who then inform their respective executive and cabinet ministers.So began a series of phone calls and intense face-to-face meetings, with a meeting in the cabinet room scheduled for 6pm that evening, when the superintendent of banks, C, Bartrop and the attorney-general would be joined by all of the above except the prime minister Have a meeting together.Allegations, defenses, and explanations are thrown around like a football.He didn't think it was necessary for him to attend the meeting. After all, it was prudent for him not to intervene directly.The firepower at the meeting must have been fierce, let C and Bartrop bear it. Bartrop sat in the back of the SUV, and Munro drove him home.He jerked the tie around his neck and looked at the crowded traffic outside the window.He felt hot and uncomfortable, and the tie felt like a noose. What annoyed him most of all was his inability to exercise control himself.Things had started off well in Catania, and now they were beyond his control.First two murders, then Sarah.Jensen disappears, and then there's that damn committee meeting that just ended. That will be open for an hour.He saw the complacent expressions on the faces of the people sitting in front of him.He was in a difficult situation, with two murders of foreigners; a large-scale international fraud of politically sensitive nature; besides, he was constantly worried that some information would leak into the press.Sarah.Jensen's latest revelations came through him, shocking the men, but they were soon irritated by her means of communication. People hid, sent tapes, and secretly gave us orders.She is laughing at our incompetence.said the Home Secretary angrily.Bartrop was glad to hear it, for it was the only interesting speech in such a dull meeting. But the matter has not reached the point of no return.He could go ahead with the investigation, but they told him to do business as usual from now on, not to take unnecessary risks, and to make sure nothing was leaked to the press.They also urged him to find Sarah.Jason. At the same time, although the Special Operations Division has been ordered to find the murderer, there is still no clue.All they said was that the two murders were committed by two people, both professional killers. In the investigation of the two murders, no murder weapon was found, no fingerprints were found, and there were no clues left by the killer.There were only two dead, one with a severed carotid artery and the other with a particle bomb to the right temple.After the bullet was taken out, it was sent to forensic examination. The result of the appraisal was that it was Ruger.Mark|Model II pistol bullet, and this gun has not been found in the criminal record so far.Every pistol leaves tiny marks on the bullets it fires.This is documented all over the world and can be identified like a fingerprint.However, there is no record of this weapon. There were no witnesses.No one noticed anything unusual or suspicious.Murder is beautifully done. When Bartrop felt the car jerk, the car had stopped in front of his house.Munro got out of the car quickly and came over to open the door for him.After getting out of the car, Bartrop said good night to Munro, and went straight into his apartment.He went into the study, poured some whiskey, and added some water to the glass.His housekeeper, Mabel, topped up the water jug ​​every morning.He opened a cabinet door and selected a Lester .Jan's turntable.He sat down in front of the table, and the sound of jazz music suddenly rang out in the study. The strong rhythmic singing and music of the singer and the saxophone occupied his senses and temporarily dispelled his troubles.After he drank the wine in the glass, he poured another glass and shook it in his hand. He listened to the music and looked out the window. Gradually, various thoughts slipped back into his mind.Those troubles and worries lingered in his mind again.He knew what they were, but what predominated was a feeling he had never felt before: mystery.He can understand the hidden whereabouts of hired killers, but Sarah.Jason's sudden disappearance of abilities and thoughts confuses him.She is a novice, but what she does is very sophisticated.He realized that she had acted calmly and deliberately from the start.Now she was in hiding, either out of nameless fear or something worryingly wrong. He wanted to know who a friend she had spoken of on the phone with Barrington.He soon learns this, and many other things as well.Immediately upon learning of her disappearance, he began a thorough investigation of all of her background from childhood.They had scrutinized her before Barrington hired her, but not as thoroughly as Bartrop now realized, as necessary, as he wanted to.One thing he knows very well, with Sarah.There was a missing link in Jensen's connection.But he would find the link, and soon find her. His thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door, and it was Mabel who entered. Your dinner is ready, sir.Shall I bring it in? OK, thank you Mabel.He followed the butler downstairs.There is a dining table for one in front of the TV in the living room.When Bartrop sat down, Mabel brought fish soup, hash browns, and cheese soufflé.Refreshing and pleasant food.She is really smart. Bartrop finished his supper and returned to his study.After a while, Nigel, the director of the Italian Department.Southport called.He reported to Bartrop that the lookout posts were in place and that Antonio was at a more cautious distance.Fieri and Giancarlo.Residential surveillance in Catania.He offered the assistance of Carabinieri's Intelligence Service.His request was granted.It was the only subunit of Italian intelligence that Bartrop felt he could trust.Realizing that his allies were shorthanded for effective surveillance of two targets, he agreed to Southport's pursuit of Carabinieri.Without asking, Carabinieri agreed to help.It's a relationship of mutual help and mutual trust