Digital Fortress Chapter 17

David Becker stepped out onto the scorching tile pack of Plaza de Espana. Before him, El Ayunta miento-the ancient city council building-rose from the trees on a three-acre bed of blue and white azulejo tiles. Its Arabic spires and carved facade gave the moving picture it had been intended more as a palace than a human race office. Despite its history of military coups, fires, and public hangings, most tourists visited because the local anesthetic brochures out of use(p) it as the English military headquarters in the film Lawrence of Arabia. It had been furthest cheaper for Columbia Pictures to film in Spain than in Egypt, and the Moorish influence on Sevilles architecture was enough to convince moviegoers they were looking at Cairo.Becker reset his Seiko for local time 910 p.m.-still afternoon by local standards a proper Spaniard never ate dinner before sunset, and the lazy Andalusian sun seldom surrendered the skies before ten.Even in the early-evening heat, Becker found himse lf locomote across the park at a brisk clip. Strathmores tone had sounded a mess more urgent this time than it had that morning. His new orders left no room for misinterpretation Find the Canadian, get the ring. Do whatever is necessary, scarcely get that ring.Becker wondered what could possibly be so important about a ring with lettering all over it. Strathmore hadnt offered, and Becker hadnt asked. NSA, he thought. Never judge Anything.On the other side of Avenida Isabela Catolica, the clinic was clearly visible-the universal symbol of a red cross in a white circle create on the roof. The Guardia officer had dropped the Canadian off hours ago. Broken wrist, bumped head-no doubt the uncomplaining had been treated and discharged by now. Becker just hoped the clinic had discharge information-a local hotel or phone event where the man could be reached. With a little luck, Becker count on he could find the Canadian, get the ring, and be on his way plate without any more compli cations.Strathmore had told Becker, Use the ten thousand cash to pervert the ring if you let to. Ill reimburse you.Thats not necessary, Becker had replied. Hed intended to return the bullion anyway. He hadnt gone to Spain for money, hed gone for Susan. Commander Trevor Strathmore was Susans mentor and guardian. Susan owed him a lot a one-day errand was the least Becker could do. Unfortunately, things this morning hadnt gone quite as Becker had planned. Hed hoped to surround Susan from the plane and explain everything. He considered having the pilot radio Strathmore so he could pass along a content but was hesitant to mean the deputy director in his romantic problems.Three times Becker had tried to margin call Susan himself-first from a defunct cellular on board the jet, succeeding(prenominal) from a pay phone at the airport, then again from the morgue. Susan was not in. David wondered where she could be. Hed gotten her answer machine but had not left a message what he wante d to say was not a message for an answering machine.As he approached the road, he spotted a phone carrell near the park entrance. He jogged over, snatched up the receiver, and used his phone taunt to place the call. There was a long pause as the number connected. Finally it began to ring.Come on. Be there.After five rings the call connected.Hi. This is Susan Fletcher. Sorry Im not in right now, but if you leave your physiqueBecker listened to the message. Where is she? By now Susan would be panicked. He wondered if maybe shed gone to lapidate Manor without him. There was a beep.Hi. Its David. He paused, unsure what to say. One of the things he hated about answering machines was that if you stopped to think, they cut you off. Sorry I didnt call, he blurted just in time. He wondered if he should tell her what was passing play on. He thought better of it. Call Commander Strathmore. Hell explain everything. Beckers nerve was pounding. This is absurd, he thought. I love you, he add ed quickly and hung up.Becker waited for some trade to pass on Avenida Borbolla. He thought about how Susan undoubtedly would have assumed the worst it was unlike him not to call when hed promised to.Becker stepped out onto the four-lane boulevard. In and out, he whispered to himself. In and out. He was too absent to see the man in wire-rim glasses watching from across the street.