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1、PrologSao Paulo Airport, Brazil, 1991 With a POWERFUL KICK FROM ITS twin turbofan engines, the sleek executive jet lifted off the runway and shot into the vaulted skies above Sao Paulo. Climbing rapidly over the biggest city in South America, the Learjet soon reached its cruising altitude of thirty-

2、nine thousand feet and raced toward the northwest at five hundred miles an hour. Seated in a comfortable rear-facing chair at the back of the cabin, Professor Francesca Cabral peered wistfully out the window at the cottony cloud cover, already missing the smog cloaked streets and sizzling energy of

3、her hometown. A muffled snort from across the narrow aisle interrupted her musings. She glanced over at the snoring middle-aged man in the rumpled suit and wondered with a shake of her head what her father was thinking when he assigned Phillipo Rodriques as her bodyguard.Extracting a folder from her

4、 briefcase, she jotted notes in the margins of the speech that she planned to deliver at an international conference of environmental scientists in Cairo. She had gone over the draft a dozen times, but her thoroughness was entirely in character. Francesca was a brilliant engineer and a highly respec

5、ted professor, but in a field and society dominated by males, a female scientist was expected to be more than perfect.The words blurred on the pages. The night before Francesca was up late packing and pulling together scientific papers. She had been too excited to sleep. Now she cast an envious glan

6、ce at the snoozing bodyguard and decided to take a nap. She set the speech aside, pushed the back of her thick-cushioned seat into its reclining position, and closed her eyes. Lulled by the throaty whisper of the turbines, she soon dozed off.Dreams came. She was floating on the sea, gently rising an

7、d falling like a jellyfish buoyed by soft billows. It was a pleasant sensation until one wave lifted her high in the air and dropped like a runaway elevator. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she looked around the cabin. She had an odd feeling, as if someone had grabbed at her heart. Yet all seemed no

8、rmal. The haunting strains of Antonio Carlos Jobims One Note Samba played softly over the sound system. Phillipo was still out cold. The sense that something was amiss would not go away. She leaned over and gently shook the sleeping mans shoulder. Phillipo, wake up.The bodyguards hand went to the ho

9、lster under his jacket, and he came instantly awake. When he saw Francesca he relaxed.Senhora, Im sorry, he said with a yawn. I fell asleep.I did, too. She paused as if she were listening. Something isnt quite right.What do you mean?She laughed nervously. I dont know. Phillipo smiled with the knowin

10、g expression of a man whose wife has heard burglars in the night. He patted her hand. I will go see.He got up and stretched, then went forward and knocked on the cockpit door. The door opened, and he stuck his head through. Francesca heard a murmured conversation and laughter.Phillipo was beaming br

11、oadly when he returned. The pilots say everything is okay, Senhora.Francesca thanked the bodyguard, settled back in her seat, and took a deep breath. Her fears were foolish. The prospect of being freed from her mental meat grinder after two years of exhausting work had given her the jitters. The Pro

12、ject had consumed her, drained the hours from her days and nights, and demolished her social life. Her gaze fell on the divan that stretched across the rear of the cabin, and she resisted the impulse to see if her metal suitcase was still safely stored in the space behind the sofa cushions. She like

13、d to think of the valise as a reverse Pandoras box. Instead of evil, good things would pour out when it was opened. Her discovery would bring health and prosperity to millions, and the planet would never be the same again.Phillipo brought Francesca a cold bottle of orange juice. She thanked him, thi

14、nking she had grown to like her bodyguard in the short time she had known him. With his wrinkled brown suit, balding pepper-and-salt hair, thin mustache, and round spectacles, Phillipo could have passed for an absentminded academic. Francesca couldnt know that he had spent years perfecting the shy,

15、bumbling manner. His carefully cultivated ability to merge into the background like faded wallpaper made him one of the top undercover agents in the Brazilian secret service.Rodriques had been hand picked by her father. Francesca initially balked at her fathers insistence that a bodyguard accompany

16、her. She was far too old to have a baby-sitter. When she saw his genuine concern for her welfare, she went along. She suspected her father was more worried about good-looking fortune hunters than for her safety.Even without her familys wealth, Francesca would have drawn male attention. In a land of

17、dark hair and smoky complexions, she was a standout. Her blue-black almond-shaped eyes, long lashes, and almost perfect mouth were the legacy of her Japanese grandfather. Her German grandmother had passed along her light brown hair, her height genes, and the Teutonic stubbornness of the delicately s

18、culpted jaw. Her shapely figure, she decided long ago, had something to do with living in Brazil. Brazilian women seem to have bodies especially designed for the countrys national dance, the samba. Francesca had improved on the natural model by many hours spent in the gym where she went to relieve t

19、he tension of her work.Grandfather had been a minor diplomat when the Empire of Japan ended under twin mushroom clouds. He stayed on in Brazil, married the daughter of a Third Reich ambassador similarly unemployed, became a Brazilian citizen, and switched to his first love, gardening. He moved the f

20、amily to Sao Paulo, where his landscape company served the rich and powerful. He developed close ties with influential government and military figures. His son, Francescas father, used those connections to move effortlessly to a highly placed position in the commerce department. Her mother was a bri

21、lliant engineering student who put her academic career aside to become a wife and mother. She never regretted her decision, at least not openly, but she was delighted that Francesca would choose to follow in her academic footsteps.Her father had suggested that she fly on his executive jet to New Yor

22、k, where she would meet with United Nations officials before boarding a commercial flight to Cairo. She was glad to get back to the States, if only for a short visit, and wished she could make the plane move faster. The years she had spent studying engineering at Stanford University in California wo

23、uld always be pleasant memories. She glanced out the window and realized she had no idea where they were. The pilots hadnt re ported on the flights progress since the plane left Sao Paulo. Excusing herself to Phillipo, she went forward and stuck her head in the cockpit.Bom dia, senhores. I was wonde

24、ring where we are and how much longer well be in the air.The pilot was Captain Riordan, a rawboned American with crew-cut straw-colored hair and a Texas accent. Francesca had never seen him before, but that wasnt surprising. Nor was the fact that Riordan was a foreign national. Although the plane wa

25、s privately owned it was maintained by a local airline that supplied pilots.Bowanis deeyass, he said with a lopsided grin, his Chuck Yeager drawl and butchered Portuguese grating on her ears. Sorry for not keeping you up to date, miss. Saw you were sleeping and didnt want to disturb you. He winked a

26、t the copilot, a thickset Brazilian whose over muscled physique suggested he spent a lot of time pumping iron. The copilot smirked as his eyes roved over Francescas body. Francesca felt like a mother who had come upon two mischievous boys about to play a prank. Whats our timetable? she said in a bus

27、inesslike manner.Waall, were over Venezuela. We should be in Miami in approximately three hours. Well stretch our legs while we refuel and should be in New York about three hours after that.Francescas scientific eye was drawn to the screens on the instrument panel. The copilot noticed her interest a

28、nd couldnt resist the chance to impress a beautiful woman.This plane is so smart it can fly itself while we watch the soccer games on TV, he said, showing his big teeth.Dont let Carlos blow smoke up your flue, the pilot said. Thats the EFIS, the electronic flight instrument system. The screens take

29、the place of the gauges we used to use.Thank you, Francesca said politely. She pointed to another gauge. Is that a compass? she said.Sim, sim, the copilot said, proud of his successful tutelage.Then why does it indicate were going almost due north? she said with a furrowed brow. Shouldnt we be headi

30、ng in a more westerly direction toward Miami?The men exchanged glances. Youre quite observant, senhora, the Texan said. Absolutely right. But in the air a straight line isnt always the fastest way between two points. Has to do with the curvature of the earth. Like when you fly from the U.S. to Europ

31、e the shortest way is up and around in a big curve. Weve also got to deal with Cuban airspace. Dont want to get ol Fidel all haired up.The quick wink and smirk again.Francesca nodded appreciatively. Thank you for your time, gentlemen. Its been most instructive. Ill let you get back to your work.No b

32、other, maam. Any time.Francesca was fuming as she took her seat. Fools! Did they think she was an idiot? The curvature of the earth indeed! Everythings okay, like I said? Phillipo asked, looking up from the magazine he was reading.She leaned across the aisle and spoke in a low, even tone. No, everyt

33、hing is not okay. I think this plane is off-course. She told him about the compass reading. I felt something odd in my sleep. I think it was the shifting of the plane as they changed direction.Maybe youre mistaken.Perhaps. But I dont think so.Did you ask the pilots for an explanation?Yes. They gave

34、me some absurd story saying the shortest distance between two points was not a straight line because of the curvature of the earth.He raised an eyebrow, apparently surprised by the explanation, but he still wasnt convinced. I dont know . . .Francesca pondered some other inconsistencies. Do you re me

35、mber what they said when they came on board, about being replacement pilots?Sure. They said the other pilots were called off on another job. They took their place as a favor.She shook her head. Peculiar. Why did they even bring it up? Its as if they wanted to head off any questions I might have. But

36、 why?I have had some experience in navigation, Phillipo said thoughtfully. I will go see for myself. He sauntered up to the cockpit again. She heard male laughter, and after a few minutes he came back with a smile on his face. The smile faded as he sat down.Theres an instrument in the cockpit that s

37、hows the original flight plan. We are not following the blue line as we should be. You were right about the compass, too, he said. We are not on the correct course.What in Gods name is going on, Phillipo?A grave expression came onto his face. There was something your father didnt tell you.I dont und

38、erstand.Phillipo glanced toward the closed cockpit. He had heard things. Nothing that would persuade him you were in danger, but enough so that he would like the reassurance of knowing I would be nearby if you needed help.Looks like we could both use some help.Sim, senhora. But unfortunately we must

39、 do for ourselves.Do you have a gun? she said abruptly.Of course, he said, faintly amused at the hard-nosed question from this beautiful and cultured woman. Would you like me to shoot them?I didnt mean-no, of course not, she said glumly. Do you have any ideas?A gun is not just for shooting, he said.

40、 You can use it for intimidation, use its threat to make people do things they dont want to do.Like pointing us in the right direction?I hope, senhora. I will go forward. I will ask them politely to land at the nearest airport, saying it is your wish. If they refuse I will show them my gun and say I

41、 would not like to use it.You cant use it, Francesca said with alarm. If you put a hole in the plane at this altitude, it would depressurize the cabin, and wed all be dead within seconds.A good point. It will increase their fear. He took her hand and squeezed it. I told your father I would watch out

42、 for you, senhora. She shook her head as if it would make the situation go away. What if Im wrong? That these are innocent pilots doing their job?Simple, he said with a shrug. We call ahead on the radio, we land at the nearest airport, we bring in the police, we straighten things out, then we resume

43、 our trip.They cut their conversation short. The door to the cockpit had opened, and the captain stepped into the cabin. He ambled forward, having to bend his head because of the low overhead.That was some joke you just told us, he said with his crooked grin. Got any more?Sorry, senhor, Phillipo sai

44、d.Waall, I got one for you, the pilot replied. Riordans droopy, heavy-lidded eyes gave him a sleepy look. But there was nothing sluggish about the way he reached behind his back and produced the pistol he had tucked in his belt.Hand it over, he said to Phillipo. Real slow.Phillipo gingerly opened hi

45、s jacket wide so the shoulder holster was in plain view, then extracted his gun by the tips of his fingers. The pilot stuck the gun in his belt.Grazyeass, amigo, he said. Always nice to deal with a professional. He sat on an armrest and with his free hand lit a cigarette. Me and my partner have been

46、 talking, and we think maybe youre on to us. Figured you were checking us out when you came up a second time, so we decided to lay it all out so there wont be any misunderstandings.Captain Riordan, what is going on? Francesca said. Where are you taking us?They said you were smart, the pilot said wit

47、h a chuckle. My partner never should have started bragging about the plane. He blew twin plumes of smoke from his nostrils. Youre right. Were not going to Miami, were on our way to Trinidad.Trinidad?I hear its a real nice place.I dont understand.Its like this, senyoreeta. Theres going to be a welcom

48、e party waiting for you at the airport. Dont ask me who they are cause I dont know. Alls I know is weve been hired to deliver you. Things were supposed to go nice and easy. We were going to tell you we had mechanical problems and needed to land.What happened to the pilots? Phillipo asked.They had an

49、 accident, he said with a slight shrug. He ground the cigarette butt on the floor. Heres the situation, miss. You just stay put, and everything will be fine. As for you, cavaleiro, Im sorry to get you in trouble with your bosses. Now I can tie you both up, but I dont think youd try anything foolish

50、unless you can fly this plane yourselves. One more thing. Up, partner, and turn around.Thinking he was about to be frisked, Phillipo complied without protest. Francescas warning came too late. The pistol barrel arced down in a silvery blur and struck the bodyguard above the right ear. The sickening

51、crunch was drowned out by the bodyguards cry of pain as he doubled over and crumpled onto the floor.Francesca jumped up from her seat. Why did you do that? she said defiantly. You have his gun. He couldnt harm you.Sorry, miss. Im a firm believer in insurance. Riordan stepped over the prostrate form

52、in the aisle as if it were a sack of potatoes. Nothing like a cracked skull to discourage a man from getting into trouble. Theres a first aid kit up there on the wall. Taking care of him should keep you busy til its time to set down. He tipped his hand to his cap, strolled back to the cockpit, and s

53、hut the door.Francesca knelt by the stricken bodyguard. She soaked cloth napkins in mineral water and cleaned the wound, then applied pressure until the bleeding was stanched. She daubed an antiseptic on the scalp cut and the bruised skin around it, wrapped ice in another napkin, and pressed it to t

54、he side of the mans head to prevent swelling.As Francesca sat by his side, she tried to piece the puzzle together. She ruled out a kidnapping for money. The only reason someone would go through this much trouble would be for her process. Whoever was behind this mad scheme wanted more than a scale mo

55、del and the papers explaining her work. They could have broken into the lab or grabbed her luggage at the airport. But they needed Francesca to interpret her findings. Her process was so arcane, so different, that it didnt conform to the norms of science, which is why no one had thought of it before

56、.The whole thing didnt make sense! Within a day or two she was going to give the process to the countries of the world for nothing. No patents. No copyright. No royalty fees. Absolutely free of charge. Anger smoldered in her breast. These ruthless people were stopping her from improving the lot of m

57、illions. Phillipo groaned. He was coming around. His eyes blinked open and came into focus.Are you all right? she said.It hurts like the devil, so I must be alive. Help me sit up, please.Francesca put her arm around Phillipo and lifted until he sat with his back against a seat. She unscrewed a bottl

58、e of rum from the bar and put it to his lips. He sipped some liquor, managed to keep it down, then took a healthy swallow. He sat there for a moment waiting to see if his guts would come up. When he didnt vomit, he smiled. Ill be fine. Thank you.She handed him his glasses. Im afraid they were broken

59、 when he hit you.He tossed them aside. They are only plain glass. I can see fine without them. The level eyes that bored into Francesca were not those of a frightened man. He glanced at the closed cockpit door. How long have I been out?Twenty minutes, maybe.Good, there is still time.Time for what?Hi

60、s hand slid down to his ankle and came up filled with a snub-nosed revolver.If our friend hadnt been so anxious to give me a headache, he would have found this, he said with a grim smile.This was definitely not the same rumpled man who had seemed more like an absentminded professor than a bodyguard.

61、 Francescas elation was tempered by reality. What can you do? They have at least two guns, and we cant fly the plane.Forgive me, Senhora Cabral. Another failure to be forthright on my part. Sounding almost guilty, he said, I forgot to mention that I was in the Brazilian air force before I joined the

62、 secret service. Please help me up.Francesca was speechless. What other rabbits would this man pull out of his hat? She gave him a hand until he was able to stand on shaky legs. After a minute a new strength and determination seemed to flow through his body. Stay here until I tell you what to do, he

63、 said with the air of a man used to people obeying his command.He went forward and opened the door. The pilot glanced over his shoulder and said, Hey, look whos back from the land of the living dead. Guess I didnt hit you hard enough.You dont get a second chance, Phillipo said. He jammed the revolve

64、r barrel under the Texans ear hard enough to hurt. If I shoot one of you, the other can still fly. Which one will it be?Christ, you said you took his gun! Carlos said.Youve got a short memory, cavaleiro, the pilot replied calmly. You shoot us and whos going to fly the plane?I will, cavaleiro. Sorry I didnt bring my pilots license with me. Youll have to take my word for it.Riordan turned his head slightly and saw the cold smile wreathing the bodyguards face.I take back what I said about dealing with a professional, Riordan said. What n