Page 98 - Brokenclaw - John Gardner

James Bond OO7 - printing disabled James Bond OO7 - printing disabled James Bond OO7 - printing disabled James Bond OO7 - printing disabled James Bond OO7 - printing disabled

‘I wish it was an injection. Safer. But make sure she swallows them. Should

take two minutes max.’
It took under sixty seconds, Chi-Chi told him when she came back. ‘Went out
like a candle in a hurricane.’
‘Well, we’ve certainly had a long bedtime story tonight. I wonder how much
James Bond OO7 - printing disabled James Bond OO7 - printing disabled James Bond OO7 - printing disabled James Bond OO7 - printing disabled James Bond OO7 - printing disabled
of it was a fairytale?’
Chi-Chi smiled up at Bond, resting a hand on his shoulder. ‘I suppose we’ll
find out eventually, but now, husband, how about bed?’
‘You hussy.’ Bond smiled down at her. ‘But can I take a raincheck? I have

one hell of a headache.’
She pouted. ‘Oh, I really thought we worked well as a team.’
‘We do, but I’ll feel safer if I lie across the door with a gun in my hand.’
‘Okay, but you don’t know what you’re missing.’
James Bond OO7 - printing disabled James Bond OO7 - printing disabled James Bond OO7 - printing disabled James Bond OO7 - printing disabled James Bond OO7 - printing disabled
‘Oh, I think I do.’

Myra was still dead to the world when they left the apartment shortly before
seven that night. Both had managed eight hours of sleep, Chi-Chi having taken
over from Bond to, as he put it, lie across the door. They had eaten, showered

and changed. Just before leaving, Bond stripped down his ASP 9mm and
unlocked the shielded false bottom of the briefcase – his usual way of carrying
arms illegally through airport security.
James Bond OO7 - printing disabled called for a limo from the nearby firm of Ryan & Sons whom Bond James Bond OO7 - printing disabled
They had
James Bond OO7 - printing disabled
James Bond OO7 - printing disabled
James Bond OO7 - printing disabled
had used on other visits to New York. They were discreet, punctual and always
friendly. They also did not know his real name, though all the drivers
recognised his face. Tonight they had drawn the Ryan son, George, who
pleasantly spent the ride out to JFK telling them the city was going to the dogs,

how parts of the roadways were caving in, how a friend had been mugged and
how the police didn’t seem to do much about it. ‘Look,’ he pointed out of the
window, ‘see that guy there with the TV on his shoulder? Betcha he never
bought that. He’s stealing that and nobody’ll do anything about it.’
James Bond OO7 - printing disabled James Bond OO7 - printing disabled James Bond OO7 - printing disabled James Bond OO7 - printing disabled James Bond OO7 - printing disabled
Bond was glad to see Rushia’s car not too far behind them. He leaned
forward. ‘George, you mind if I close the partition?’
‘You go ahead, sir. You do what you like. I won’t peek!’ The driver gave a
jovial chuckle.

Bond leaned back, his shoulder touching Chi-Chi’s shoulder: ‘Now, tell me
the story of your life,’ he said with a smile.

James Bond OO7 - printing disabled James Bond OO7 - printing disabled James Bond OO7 - printing disabled James Bond OO7 - printing disabled James Bond OO7 - printing disabled