Chapter 31 Chapter Thirty

In the house in Morocco the next afternoon, in Sarah's absence, Jacob and Jack were morose and restless, wandering aimlessly.They knew Sarah couldn't call them because she had said she wouldn't call or write them.She didn't want to leave any trace of their connection, in case she couldn't come to an agreement with Catania.She was also very concerned about Barrington and the man who conspired with him.She didn't want to involve Jacob and Jack.They understood this very well at the time and reluctantly accepted this arrangement, but after only three days they gradually couldn't stand it anymore.

To relieve boredom, they went to Jack's study to watch the midday CNN news.It was good for a change, for they didn't speak to each other for a full hour.Jack turned on the TV with the remote, and they sat side by side on the couch, listening to the announcer start the show.After the summary, it was the news that I received very late last night.The announcer's rhythm is well grasped, unhurried, even a little casual.But Jacob and Jack were like being stabbed by needles: Giancarlo.Catania murdered in Rome!They sat on the couch, too shocked to speak.The announcer continued to broadcast: another banker, Carl.Heinz.Kessler was killed in London!They looked at each other, terrified.

I'm going back to London.Jacob said. I will go with you.Jack replied. So they booked the earliest flight, which would leave Marrakech the next morning. Christina walked through the third terminal of Heathrow Airport to the ticket office of an airline in Brazil.She smiled at a female conductor in a blue uniform inside and said in fluent Portuguese: I have booked a ticket to Rio tonight.My name is Julianne.Rodriguez. The woman smiled and said, "Okay, I'll check it out."She quickly typed commands into the computer terminal. Okay, it's first class, pay with Visa.Please give me your card and passport.

Christina took out a golden Visa card and a book named Julia.Rodriguez's passport.Mrs. Hernandez was written on the badge worn by the conductor.She looked at the passport, then at Christina, obviously satisfied, and then busied herself checking her credit card.She inserts the card into a machine, and an invoice is printed out.Christina signed and got her credit card and passport back.The conductor handed over the ticket. Gate 49.Have a nice trip. Christina also smiled slightly: Thank you, I will.She turned and walked briskly across the hall and up the stairs to the gate.She looked attractive, a typical Brazilian: medium height, toned, with brown eyes and mod-girl short dark-brown hair.On the aisle to the boarding gate, she couldn't help smiling secretly when she saw herself in the mirror.She spent two hours that morning disguised as Julia.Rodriguez's look: Hair cut and dyed dark brown; brown contact lenses; fake passport;Wearing tight-fitting shoes, she picked up her pace and tightened her abs.So Christina.Villiers was nowhere to be seen.

An hour later, the plane took off.It skimmed through the clouds, slowly drew a long arc in the air, and began to climb towards the cruising altitude.Christina unfastened her seat belt.Glass of champagne in hand, she gazes out the window into the darkness and the English countryside that hangs in the darkness below the plane.She wondered when she would see the land again.But she didn't want that.She felt a sudden burst of ecstasy.She was like a lizard that escaped with a broken tail, proud of her freedom. The motorcyclist surrendered to police as the Embraer Boeing 747 was soaring over the Atlantic Ocean.Slowly but surely, he begins to unmask every criminal he knows.He has no choice.Due to police pressure, his lawyer told him that he had heard that the mafia boss did not believe he would keep his mouth shut, and had dispatched hitmen.His only option for survival is the Witness Protection Act.He was only forty-two years old and had no family.With the protection and help of the government, he could easily disappear and start a new life, perhaps to America.Otherwise, sooner or later a knife would slit his throat, or a bullet would land in his head, and he would never be able to speak again.

In Rome, the courts began to string things together.At midnight, an arrest warrant was issued.Antonio.Fieri is one of those to be arrested. Bartrop sat alone in his Chelsea Square apartment.The dominoes are falling one by one.Where can I stop?Sarah.How did Jason do it?What did she do?She didn't want to tell him, that was obvious.She ignored him.In this operation he achieved his purpose, not because of her willingness to cooperate, but because her plan coincided in part with his.She decided that she was not at all afraid of his threat, and that her scorn alone had extinguished his power.However, despite what she thinks, she is not indestructible.She also has a fatal weakness like Achilles' ankle [Note]: Jacob.Goldsmith.He had offered her a place to hide.It's not illegal.But he is old, and he hopes to live a peaceful and simple old age.This kind of life has been disturbed, but he has always kept a certain distance, never becoming a target, not playing the leading role.If things changed and he became the center of attention, then by virtue of his respect for Sarah.According to Jason's understanding, she will definitely not tolerate it, and will definitely stand up and speak out.

【Note】Achilles' ankle: According to mythological records, after Achilles was born, Thetis still pinched his ankle and soaked him in Styx (say, sky fire), making him The whole body is invulnerable, only the ankle (held by Thetis, not immersed in the Styx), which is the source of the Western proverb Achilles' heel. In that way, he also achieved his goal: Fieri was arrested and convicted.But it's not enough for just one person to confess.One person said, very unreliable.Both Bartrop and the Italian would need more substantial evidence to testify in the case, should that ever arise.Bartrop also needs Sarah.Jason, needs to find out what she knows.When he went to bed, he thought about Sarah even in his dreams.

The next morning he received a message that strengthened his plan.Special Operations at Heathrow called at eleven o'clock to report that Jacob.Goldsmith is back home, just arrived.Bartrop held the microphone in his hand and smiled confidently.Things are becoming clearer. Jacob and Jack took a taxi and headed straight for Clare Square.After paying the fare, they walked to Sarah's door silently and rang the doorbell nervously.While waiting, they suddenly heard a noise from above, and when they looked up, it was Sarah sticking her head out of the window. Jacob!Jack!She squealed with delight and I was right down.

They both looked at each other and smiled happily.Jacob said: "I knew she would be fine. Sarah came to the door.She hugged and kissed them both passionately, and quietly wiped away the tears from Jacob's face.They put luggage in the hallway.Sara smiled and put a finger to her lips to signal them not to speak. Let's go for a walk.She watched them both intently.They nodded, puzzled.They walked into Clare Square, bathed in sunshine.Sarah opened the park gate and ushered them in, where the three sat side by side on a bench.There were only two or three children playing in the park, and a woman looked on.But they are too far away to hear their conversation.

Sarah sat between the two of them. How wonderful it was to meet both of you, I can't tell you enough!They were speaking almost in unison, and for a moment, the voices of the words were mixed with the sound of light-hearted laughter.After laughing for a while, they started questioning each other. There are bugs in my house.Sarah said.As impatient as ever, Jacob asked many questions, out of fear and wanting to find out what had happened, even looking back now, on what had happened to Sara. In the past, his questions often made her jump up.And today, to see him again, at home in London, to tell him the answers to his questions, to give him rational explanations of everything in words and through conversation, was a great relief to her.She can't tell anyone but him.And Jack, of course, she was happy to tell him.Should have told him.This can also relieve Jacob's psychological burden.

What did you do?What happened?Are you involved with Catania and Kessler?Jacob asked. Jack was surprised to hear that, and glanced back and forth between Jacob and Sarah, thinking that there would be a suspicious look on Sarah's face, or a mocking look on Jacob's face.Not at all.When she answered, her tone was dignified and bored, but she was matter-of-fact.But what surprised him the most was the look in their eyes, a tacit look at each other.They must be hiding something from him. I don't do much.I have always been involuntary.I said something about the situation to one person and nothing at all to the other.Maybe I shouldn't have said anything to the former person at the time, and told the latter person everything without reservation.But I didn't, and I'm glad.To your last question, my answer is: I don't know.Maybe. Jacob scowled and Jack was amused.Jacob said angrily: Can you tell us about that again?Stop playing charades. In the next ten minutes, Sarah told them what happened.They sat there in silence, pondering what Sarah had said. This Christina.Villiers, where is she now?Jacob asked. I think it's hiding.She never contacted me again.If she did pass my word on to Fieri and kill Kessler for him, she wouldn't be sitting still by now, would she? Do you think she did it or not? Sara sighed deeply: My God!Jacob, I don't know.But I think it's possible, don't you think? Then James.What about Bartrop? Sara frowned. He asked me if I had made a deal with the Mafia.Do you believe this? Well, you did, didn't you? Sarah stared at Jacob: No, I didn't.I told Christina about Catania.Villiers.Yeah, I was hoping she'd use the information I gave her to piss him off, maybe even kill him.I suspected that Catania might be involved with the Mafia, and I made a reasonable guess.If he is, then the Mafia would not like to see him being blackmailed by a group of unrelated people and ordering many people to be killed.If they're involved in this, it's their business how they handle it.As for Christina.Villiers, how do I know if she has connections with the Mafia?She is a professional female killer who lives in Italy.I made another reasonable guess: it would be wise to put these things together and tell her.So, I just told her.And now both Catania and Kessler are dead.Does she have anything to do with this?How do I know?But now they're all dead and some mafia drug dealers are in jail and the plot is over.Dante and Jungmi are never coming back, but that's the only way to go.That's fair.Matthew.Arnott and Kara.Vjital is still on the loose, but in many ways they're just minions, unimportant.As for Barrington and James.Bartrop Yeah, I hate 'em.I despise them.I think they are inescapably responsible for Dante's and Jungmi's deaths.I don't hate Barrington that much, he's just weak.That Bartrop, he's the real culprit.He seemed to think he could handle everything that had happened, that he had underestimated me before, that was his only mistake, and he regretted it.Now he is threatening me again and trying to blackmail me.Sarah looked out of the park, and there was absolutely no way I would tell him anything. Jacob said softly: But if he thinks you know the truth and doesn't tell him, he won't let you go. She smiled slightly: Yes, I'm sure he won't let me go.But when he comes to ask me next time, I won't be here. They were taken aback, straightened up, and asked in unison: "Then where are you going?" Sara replied with a smile: I'm going to Kathmandu, to Eddie and Alex's place.I have been researching their itinerary and now they are shopping for supplements in Kathmandu.This is excellent timing.I have telegraphed them and told them to meet me at the airport.I've already booked the plane ticket.Departure tonight, Royal Nepal Airlines flight, take off from Gatwick Airport. Jacob and Jack sat there in silence, staring at each other, then at Sarah, and finally into the distance, as if hoping to see Kathmandu.Jacob broke the silence first. I think that seems like a good idea.I will miss you.I want to go with you too, but I'm a little too old.He smiled and gave Jack a quick glance, I've been missing my home.I should have gone back long ago, brought Ruby back, and tidied up the garden.My flowers may have died long ago.He looked sorry, miserable.Sarah couldn't help wrapping her arms around him tightly. I'll be back, Jacob.Maybe I won't come back anytime soon.In fact, apart from you and Jack, I really don't have much to miss.I think the longer you spend outside, the better.She smiled a little. Eddie and Alex were going somewhere quite far, Bhutan, Ladakh.They are all places that are not easy to go to, and it is even more difficult to find someone.It's beautiful there, it's beautiful.I've always wanted to go. So we better drop you off at the airport?Jack said. ah, is it?But we might have to take an interesting route, take a good detour around it, Sarah said.I don't want to alarm Bartrop. Jack said enthusiastically: That's no problem.Although I haven't driven a car for many years, it is like riding a bicycle, and I will never forget it. Jacob was very disapproving: Well, I will know in due time. Later that afternoon, they set off.Sure enough, Jack hadn't forgotten how to drive.He drove the car expertly, through the back alleys of south London, and drove in circles towards Gatwaite Airport.Once at the airport, Sarah was sure no one was following her.She hugged them both again.This time all three of them were in tears.She finally broke free of their embrace, walked away slowly, and walked into the terminal, waving them goodbye.She was lucky that no one followed them to the airport.Surveillance officers wanted to follow her, but she was in a car outside Jacob's house on Golders-Green Road.They thought Sarah, Jacob, and Jack were still inside. Another reason she was lucky was that Bartrop didn't expect her to leave England like this.No one looked for her at the ticket gates or passport control.Sarah followed the procession through the airport without anyone noticing her.An hour later, she boarded the plane.As the plane whizzed into the sky, she finally felt a big stone in her heart fall to the ground.She sat alone in the seat, although she was very relaxed, but she couldn't help crying.In a few hours she would be with her brother and her boyfriend, and it would all be a memory. Fifteen hours later, on Monday morning local time, the plane arrived in Kathmandu.The plane began to make a dangerous plunge on the airport.Sarah looked at the huge mountains in the distance, layer upon layer of peaks, the grandeur of which Sarah saw for the first time in her life.Then the mountains receded, reluctantly giving way to the plains as if they had lost their domain in a bloody battle.She was thrilled by the beauty and power of the sight before her.Her heart beat faster, as if she was already climbing these peaks in her mind.The plane landed on a short tarmac runway and came to a shuddering halt. Sarah unbuckled her seat belt and stood up, wishing she could get off the plane right away.She ran down the gangway and into the airport building.As she waited in line for passport checks, luggage collection, and customs clearance, her heart was pounding with excitement.Finally, when all formalities were over, she entered the central hall, searching the crowd eagerly. They were standing not far away, outside the crowd.It was Alex and Eddie: tall, brown hair, sincere faces, happy smiles.Sarah smiled and walked towards them, leaving all the past behind