Thunder Point Part 31

"So what are your orders?" Algaro demanded.

"The simple approach is the best. You and Guerra will go ash.o.r.e in one of the inflatables dressed as tourists. Leave the inflatable on Paradise below Cottage Seven, where Ferguson and Dillon are staying. Serra will give you each a walkie-talkie so you can keep in touch with each other and the s.h.i.+p. You, Algaro, will stay in the general vicinity of the cottage. Read a book on the beach, enjoy the sun, try to look normal if that's possible."

"And me, Senor?" Guerra asked.

"You go down to Caneel Beach and wait. When Carney's boat arrives, notify Algaro. Ferguson and Dillon must return to the cottage to change clothes and pack. That's when you strike. Once you have the Bormann briefcase, you return in the inflatable and we'll get out of here. Remember, the briefcase is distinctive. It's made of aluminium and is silver in appearance."

"Do we return to San Juan, Senor?" Serra asked.

"No." Santiago shook his head. "Samson Cay. I want time to consider my next move. The contents of that case will be more than interesting, Serra, they could give my life a whole new meaning." He opened a drawer at his right hand. There were a number of handguns in there. He selected a Browning Hi Power and pushed it across to Algaro. "Don't fail me."

"I won't," Algaro said. "If they have that briefcase, we'll get it for you."

"Oh, they'll have it all right." Santiago smiled. "I have every faith in our friend Dillon. His luck is good."

When Sea Raider Sea Raider moved in through all the moored yachts to the dock at Caneel Bay, the sun was high in the heavens. There were people wind-surfing out in the bay and the beach was crowded with sun wors.h.i.+ppers. Guerra was one of them, sitting on a deck chair in flowered s.h.i.+rt and Bermuda shorts, dark gla.s.ses shading his eyes. He saw Dillon step on to the dock to tie up. He returned on board, then came back, the olive-green holdall in one hand. Ferguson followed him carrying the briefcase, Carney walking at his side. moved in through all the moored yachts to the dock at Caneel Bay, the sun was high in the heavens. There were people wind-surfing out in the bay and the beach was crowded with sun wors.h.i.+ppers. Guerra was one of them, sitting on a deck chair in flowered s.h.i.+rt and Bermuda shorts, dark gla.s.ses shading his eyes. He saw Dillon step on to the dock to tie up. He returned on board, then came back, the olive-green holdall in one hand. Ferguson followed him carrying the briefcase, Carney walking at his side.

Guerra pulled on a white floppy sunhat that, with the brim down, partially concealed his features, adjusted the dark gla.s.ses and moved off the beach along the front of the restaurant to where the path from the dock emerged. He reached it almost at the same time as the three men, and at that moment a young black receptionist hurried out of the front desk lobby.

"Oh, Captain Carney, I saw you coming in. There was an urgent message for you."

"And what was it?" Carney demanded.

"It was Billy Jones. He said to tell you Jenny Grant had an accident last night. Fell from a balcony at her house up at Gallows Point. She's there now. They're moving her over to St. Thomas Hospital real soon."

"My G.o.d!" Carney said and nodded to the girl. "That's okay, honey, I'll handle it."

"Another b.l.o.o.d.y accident," Dillon said bitterly and handed the holdall to Ferguson. "I'm going to see her."

"Yes, of course, dear boy," Ferguson replied. "I'll go back to the cottage, have a shower, get packed and so on."

"I'll see you later." Dillon turned to Carney. "Are you coming?"

"I sure as h.e.l.l am," Carney told him, and they hurried off toward the car park together.

With the holdall in his right hand and the briefcase in his left, Ferguson set off, following the path that led past the cottages fronting Caneel Bay. Guerra paused in the shelter of some bushes and using the walkie-talkie called up Algaro, who, sitting on the beach at Paradise, answered at once.

"Yes, I hear you."

"Ferguson is on his way and alone. The others have gone to see the girl."

"They've what?" Algaro was thrown, but quickly pulled himself together. "All right, meet me on the downside of the cottage."

Guerra switched off and turned. He could see Ferguson a couple of hundred yards further on and hurried after him.

Ferguson put the briefcase on the bed, then pulled off his sweater. He should have felt exhilarated, he told himself looking down at the case, but then too much had happened. Joseph Jackson at Samson Cay, a poor old man who had never done anyone harm in his life, and Jack. He sighed, opened the door to the bar cupboard and found a whisky miniature. He poured it into a gla.s.s, added water and drank it slowly. Jack Lane, the best d.a.m.n copper he had ever worked with. And now Jenny Grant. Her accident so-called was beyond coincidence. Santiago had much to answer for. He took the briefcase from the bed and stood it at the side of the small desk, checked that the front door was locked, then went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Guerra and Algaro went up the steps and entered the lobby. Very gently, Guerra tried the door. He shook his head. "Locked."

Algaro beckoned and led the way out, back down the steps. It was very quiet, no one about, and the garden surrounding the cottage was very luxuriant, s.h.i.+elding a great deal of it from view. Above their heads, a large terrace jutted out, there was a path, some steps, a low wall, a small tree beside it.

"Easy," Algaro said. "Stand on the wall, brace yourself on the tree and I'll make a step up for you with my hands. You can reach the terrace rail. I'll wait at the door." He handed him the Browning. "Take this."

Guerra was on the terrace in a matter of seconds. The venetian blinds were down at the windows, but he managed to peer inside through narrow slats. There was no sign of Ferguson. Very gently he tried the handle to the terrace door which opened to his touch. He took out the Browning, aware of the sound of the shower, glanced around the room, saw no immediate sign of the briefcase and went to the outside door and opened it.

Algaro moved in and took the Browning from him. "In the shower, is he?"

"Yes, but I can't see the briefcase," Guerra whispered.

But Algaro did, moved quickly to the desk and picked it up triumphantly. "This is it. Let's go."

As they turned to the door, Ferguson emerged from the bathroom tying the belt of a terry toweling robe. The dismay on his face was instant, but he didn't waste breath on words, simply flung himself at them. Algaro struck him across the side of the head with the barrel of the Browning and when Ferguson fell to one knee stamped him sideways into the wall.

"Come on!" Algaro cried to Guerra, pulled open the door and hurried down the steps.

Ferguson managed to get to his feet, dizzy, his head hurting like h.e.l.l. He staggered across the room, got the terrace door open and went out in time to see Algaro and Guerra running down to the little beach at the bottom of the gra.s.s slope. They pushed the inflatable into the water, started the outboard and moved out from the sh.o.r.e. It was only then that Ferguson, looking up, realized that the Maria Blanco Maria Blanco was anch.o.r.ed off there. was anch.o.r.ed off there.

He never felt so impotent in his life, never so full of rage. He went into the bathroom, got a damp flannel for his head, found the field gla.s.ses and focused them on the yacht. He saw Algaro and Guerra go up the ladder and hurry along the stern to where Santiago sat under the awning, Captain Serra beside him. Algaro placed the briefcase on the table. Santiago placed his hands on it, then turned and spoke to Serra. The captain moved away and went on the bridge. A moment later, they started to haul up the anchor and the Maria Blanco Maria Blanco began to move. began to move.

And then a strange thing happened. As if realizing he was being observed, Santiago raised the briefcase in one hand, waved with the other and went into the salon.

It was Billy who opened the front door to admit Dillon and Bob Carney at the house at Gallows Point. "I'm real glad to see you," he said.

"How is she?" Carney demanded.

"Not too good. Seems like she fell from the balcony outside her bedroom. When me and Mary found her, she was lying there in the rain."

"He wants her - the doctor - over to St. Thomas Hospital for a scan. They're coming to pick her up in an hour," Mary said.

"Can she speak?" Dillon asked as they went upstairs.

"Came to around an hour ago. It was you she asked for, Mr. Dillon."

"Did she tell you how it happened?"

"No. In fact, she ain't said much at all. Listen, I'll go and make coffee while you stay with her. Come on, Billy," she told her husband and they went out.

Carney said, "Her face is real bad."

"I know," Dillon said grimly, "and she didn't get that from any accident. If she'd fallen on her face from such a height it would have been smashed completely."

He took her hand and she opened her eyes. "Dillon?"

"That's right, Jenny."

"I'm sorry, Dillon, sorry I let you down."

"You didn't let us down, Jenny. We found the U-boat. Carney and I went down together."

"Sure, Jenny." Carney leaned over. "We blew a hole in her and we found Bormann's briefcase."

She didn't really know what she was saying, of course, but carried on. "I told him, Dillon, I told him you had gone to Thunder Point."

"Told who, Jenny?"

"The man with the scar, the big scar from his eye to his mouth."

"Algaro," Carney said.

She gripped Dillon's hand lightly. "He hurt me, Dillon, he really hurt me. n.o.body ever hurt me like that," and she closed her eyes and drifted off again.

When Dillon turned, the rage on his face was a living thing. "He's a dead man walking, Algaro, I give you my word," and he brushed past Carney and went downstairs.

The front door was open, Billy sitting on the porch, and Mary was pouring coffee. "You gonna have some?"

"Just a quick one," Dillon said.

"How is she?"

"Drifted off again," Carney told her as he came out on the porch.

Dillon nodded to him and moved to the other end of the porch. "Let's examine the situation. It was probably round about midnight Algaro put the screws on Jenny and found out that we'd gone to Thunder Point."

"So?"

"No sign of the opposition turning up, either there or on the way back. Does Max Santiago seem the kind of man who'd just give up at this point?"

"No way," Carney said.

"I agree. I think it much more likely he decided to try and relieve us of Bormann's briefcase at the earliest opportunity."

"Exactly what I was thinking."

"Good." Dillon swallowed his black coffee and put the cup down. "Let's get back to Caneel fast. You check around the general area of Caneel Beach, the bar, the dock and I'll find Ferguson. We'll meet up in the bar later."

They went back to Mary and Billy. "You boys going?" Mary asked.

"Got to," Dillon said. "What about you?"

"Billy will run things down at the bar, but me, I'm going to St. Thomas with Jenny."

"Tell her I'll be in to see her," Dillon said. "Don't forget now," and he hurried down the steps followed by Carney.

When Dillon hammered on the door of 7E it was opened by Ferguson holding a flannel loaded with ice cubes to his head.

"What happened?" Dillon demanded.

"Algaro happened. I was in the shower and the door was locked. G.o.d knows how he got in, but I walked out of the bathroom and there he was with one of the other men. I did my best, Dillon, but the b.a.s.t.a.r.d had a Browning. Clouted me across the head."

"Let me see." Dillon examined it. "It could be worse."

"They had an inflatable on the beach and took off for Maria Blanco Maria Blanco. It was anch.o.r.ed out there."

Dillon pulled up the venetian blinds in one of the windows. "Well it isn't now."

"I wonder where he's gone, back to San Juan perhaps." Ferguson scowled. "I saw him in the stern through those field gla.s.ses, saw Algaro give him the briefcase. He seemed to know I was watching. He raised the case in one hand and waved with the other." Ferguson scowled. "Cheeky b.a.s.t.a.r.d."

"I told Carney we'd see him in the bar," Dillon said. "Come on, we'd better go and break the bad news and decide what we're going to do."

In the darkest corner of the bar, Ferguson and Dillon shared a table. The Brigadier was enjoying a large Scotch tinkling with ice while Dillon had contented himself with Evian water and a cigarette. Carney came in quickly to join them and called to the waitress, "Just a cold beer."

"What happened?"

"I checked with a friend who was out fis.h.i.+ng. They pa.s.sed him heading south-east, which means they must be going to Samson Cay."

Dillon actually laughed. "Right, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d, I've got you now."

"What on earth do you mean?" Ferguson demanded.

"The Maria Blanco Maria Blanco will be anch.o.r.ed off Samson tonight, and if you remember, the general manager, Prieto, told us that Santiago always stays on board when he's there. It's simple. We'll go in under cover of darkness and I'll get the briefcase back, if Carney will run us down there in will be anch.o.r.ed off Samson tonight, and if you remember, the general manager, Prieto, told us that Santiago always stays on board when he's there. It's simple. We'll go in under cover of darkness and I'll get the briefcase back, if Carney will run us down there in Sea Raider Sea Raider of course." of course."

"Try stopping me," Carney told him.

Ferguson shook his head. "You don't give up easily, do you, Dillon."

"I could never see the point." Dillon poured more Evian water and raised his gla.s.s.

15.

It was toward evening as Dillon and Ferguson waited on the dock at Caneel Bay, sitting on the bench, the Irishman smoking a cigarette, the olive-green military holdall on the ground between them.

"I think that's him now," Ferguson said and pointed and Dillon saw Sea Raider Sea Raider coming in from the sea, slowly to negotiate the moored yachts. There were still people on the beach, some of them swimming in the evening sun, laughter drifting across the water. coming in from the sea, slowly to negotiate the moored yachts. There were still people on the beach, some of them swimming in the evening sun, laughter drifting across the water.

Ferguson said, "From what I know of Santiago, I should think he'd be ready to repel boarders. Do you really think you can pull this off?"

"Anything's possible, Brigadier." Dillon shrugged. "You don't need to come, you know. I'd understand."

"I'll overlook the insult this time," Ferguson said coldly, "but don't ever say something like that to me again, Dillon."

Dillon smiled. "Cheer up, Brigadier. I've no intention of dying at a place called Samson Cay. After all, I've got a dinner at the Garrick Club to look forward to again with you."

He got up and moved to the edge of the dock as Sea Raider Sea Raider drifted in. He waved up to Carney, jumped across the gap, got the fenders over, then threw a line to the Brigadier. Carney killed the engines and came down the ladder as they finished tying up. drifted in. He waved up to Carney, jumped across the gap, got the fenders over, then threw a line to the Brigadier. Carney killed the engines and came down the ladder as they finished tying up.

"I've refuelled so everything's s.h.i.+pshape. We can leave any time you like."