Chapter 31 Chapter Thirty-One

In a private office on Via Martignon, Gunther Hartog said: "I can totally understand what you're thinking about what happened in Madrid, Tracy, but it was Jeff Stevens who got there first. .” "No," Tracy demurred bitterly, "I came first and he came after." "Jeff sent it, though. The Port has been sent to my client." She planned it carefully and arranged it cleverly, and in the end she let Jeff Stevens come out on top.He sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, let her do it herself from beginning to end, and took all the risks, and at the last moment, he calmly took the trophy away.I don't know how he will laugh at her!You are such a wonderful woman, Tracy!She thought of the evening at the flamenco show and couldn't bear the humiliation that came over her.My God, what a fool I've been.

"I never thought I'd kill someone," Tracy told Gunther, "but I wouldn't hesitate to kill Jeff Stevens." Gunther said softly, "Oh, my God! I don't want that to happen in this room. He's going to be here soon." "He what?" Tracy jumped up from her chair. "I have told you that I have a proposal. It requires an assistant. In my opinion, he is the only one..." "I'd rather starve!" Tracy snapped. "Jeff Stevens is the most despicable..." "Ah, someone is talking bad about me?" He stood at the door with a big smile on his face. "Tracey, baby, you're even more stunning than usual. How are you, Gunther, my dear friend?"

They shook hands, and Tracy stood aside, her face full of threatening anger. Jeff glanced at her and sighed. "You're probably still mad at me." "Angry! I..." She didn't know what to say. "Tracey, I should probably say this, I think your plan is brilliant. I'm telling the truth. It's brilliant. You made one small mistake. You can never trust a missing index finger Swiss." She took a deep breath, trying to restrain her inner excitement.She turned to Gunther and said, "I'll talk to you later, Gunther." "Tracey..." "Stop talking. No matter what it is, I don't want to interfere anymore. As long as he has his share, don't look for me."

Gunther said, "Can't you just listen before you talk?" "It's not necessary. I..." "In three days, De Beers will be transporting diamonds worth four million dollars from Paris to Amsterdam by Air France transport plane. One of my customers is eager to get their hands on these diamonds." "Then why didn't you rob the diamonds on the way to the airport? Isn't your friend here a veteran of looting?" She couldn't restrain the anger in her voice. God, she's cuter when she's angry, Jeff thought. Gunther said: "These diamonds are very well secured. We are going to steal them mid-flight."

Tracy looked at him in surprise. "In flight? On a transport plane?" "We needed a little guy to hide in a cargo box. After the plane was in the sky, he climbed out of the cargo box, opened De Beers' box, took out the diamonds, and put a fake package back in his box. This fake package It must be prepared in advance and hidden in other cargo boxes." "I'm small and fit in the cargo box." Gunther said, "It's not just that, Tracy. We need someone with wit and poise." Tracy stood up and thought for a moment. "I like the project, Gunther. What I don't like is working with him. The guy is a rogue."

Jeff grinned. "Aren't we the same, dear? Gunther has promised to pay us a million dollars if we succeed." Tracy looked at Gunther in surprise. "A million dollars?" He nodded. "Five hundred thousand each." "The reason this plan works is because..." Jeff explained, "I have a relationship with the shipping department at the airport. He can help us arrange this. This person can be trusted." "Not like you." Tracy retorted. "Goodbye, Gunther." She strode out of the house with her head held high. Gunther watched her back. "She's really mad at you about Madrid, Jeff. I'm afraid she won't do it."

"You're wrong," said Jeff brightly. "I know Tracy. She'll keep doing it." "The crates are sealed before they are hoisted onto the plane," explains Haymon Volburn.This man was a French youth, but his face was too old for his age, and his pair of black eyes were lifeless.He is the consignor of Air France's transportation department and is the key to the success of this plan. Volburn, Tracy, Jeff and Gunther sat at a small table on the side of the enclosure of the Mousse, a yacht sailing the Seine around Paris. "If the crate is sealed," Tracy asked crisply, "how am I going to get in?"

"Cargo is shipped before the plane takes off," Volburn replied. "Our company ships in what is called a soft case, which is a large wooden box with canvas on one side and fastened with ropes. For safety reasons, valuables such as diamonds The goods always arrive at the last minute before take-off, so that they can be the last to be hoisted and the first to be unloaded.” Tracy said, "So the diamonds will be shipped in soft cases?" "Yes, ma'am. You too. I'll arrange for the crate you're in to be put next to the diamond crate. You'll just have to cut the rope during the voyage. Open the diamond crate and replace it with an identical box, and put it back in your original cargo box, fasten the canvas cover."

Gunther added: "After the plane landed in Amsterdam, the guards would take the box of counterfeit diamonds away and send them to the diamond processing factory. When they found out that the bag was swapped, we would have already arranged for you to leave the country on another plane. Believe it Me, everything has been arranged, and there will be no mistakes." A thought flashed through Tracy's mind and made her shudder. "Will I freeze to death there?" she asked. Volburn laughed. "The transport planes are also air-conditioned now. They often carry livestock and dogs and cats and such. You won't freeze to death and you'll be comfortable. Maybe a little tight, but otherwise it's fine."

Tracy finally decided to follow their advice.Half a million dollars for a few hours of discomfort, and she reconsidered the whole plan from every angle.It will work, Tracy thought.As long as Jeff Stevens doesn't interfere! The emotion he caused in her was so violent and complicated that she confused herself, and she couldn't help feeling annoyed with herself.In Madrid, he was indeed superior to her in everything he did.He had betrayed her, he had cheated on her, and now he was snickering to himself, taunting her. The three men looked at her, waiting for her answer.Yachts are passing under the 9th Pont, the oldest bridge in Paris, yet the French, who are against everything, insist on calling it the Pont Neuf.On the other side of the river, the two lovers embraced on the concrete embankment, and Tracy could clearly see the blushing of happiness on the girl's face.She's a fool, Tracy thought.She made up her mind.She met Jeff's eyes and said, "Okay, I'll do it." She could feel the tension lift off the table.

"We're running out of time," said Volburn, turning his lifeless eyes to Tracy. "My brother works for a freight forwarder and he can let us put your boxes in his warehouse. Hope you're not claustrophobic miss." "Don't worry about me...how long will the whole voyage take?" "You spend a few minutes in the loading area, and it's an hour flying to Amsterdam." "How big is the cargo box?" "You can sit in it. There's something to cover you in there—just in case." Nothing can go wrong, they've guaranteed it.But what if... "I have a list here of what you need," Jeff told her. "I've made arrangements." This bastard is doing his best.He expected her to agree. "Volben, there is one more thing. Please check whether your passport has been stamped with an entry stamp, so that you will have no problem leaving the Netherlands." Yachts start to dock at the pier. "We can do a final check tomorrow morning," said Haymon Volburn. "Now I have to go back to work. Goodbye." He left. Jeff asked, "Why don't we have dinner to celebrate?" "Sorry," Gunther apologized, "I already have an appointment." Jeff looks at Tracy. "you……" "No, thanks. I'm tired," she said hastily. It was an excuse to avoid being with Jeff, Tracy said, but she did feel exhausted.Maybe it's because she's been in a state of euphoria for a long time.She felt a little dizzy.When this was done, she resolved to herself that I should go back to London and have a good rest.She felt the blood vessels on the top of her head throb suddenly.It's really time for me to rest. "I bought you a little present," Jeff told her.He handed her a colorfully wrapped box.When she opened it, she saw a very fine silk scarf with her initials TW embroidered on one corner. "Thanks." He could afford it, Tracy thought bitterly.He bought it with my half a million dollars. "You won't change your mind about dinner?" "of course not." In Paris, Tracey lived in a beautiful old-fashioned guest room in the classical Athenaeum, with a garden restaurant downstairs.There is also a luxurious restaurant in the hotel, and soft piano music echoes in the room.But Tracy was too tired tonight to bother changing into a formal evening dress.She walked into the small coffee shop of the hotel and ordered a bowl of soup.She ate half of it, pushed the tray away, got up and went back to her guest room. Daniel Cooper sat at the other end of the café, noting the times when she entered and exited. Daniel Cooper had a problem.On his return to Paris, he asked to arrange a meeting with the Prosecutor Trinan.The Interpol chief didn't take kindly to him this time.Before his meeting with Cooper, he had just spent an hour on the phone with Chief of Police Ramiro, listening to his complaints about the American. "He's a lunatic!" The director roared as if he had taken dynamite. "I wasted a lot of manpower, money and time stalking and monitoring this Tracy Whitney who insisted she was robbing the Prado Museum, who turned out to be just a regular tourist - as I judged her .” The call convinced Trinam prosecutors that Daniel Cooper would at least wrong Tracy as well. So far there is not a single piece of evidence that can prove that this woman committed a crime.The fact that she happened to be in these cities at the time of the crime is not sufficient evidence. So, when Daniel Cooper said to the prosecutor, "Tracey Whitney has arrived in Paris, and I want to keep her under twenty-four-hour surveillance", the prosecutor replied, "There is nothing I can do, Unless you can prove that this woman is going to commit a specific crime." Cooper widened his brown eyes, yelled "You're an idiot," and found himself forced out of the office. In this way, Cooper had no choice but to start tracking and monitoring alone.Where Tracy went, he went: shops, restaurants, the streets of Paris.He does not sleep day and night, and often does not eat.Daniel Cooper will never allow himself to be defeated by Tracy Whitney.His mission won't be over until he finally puts Tracy in jail. That night, Tracy lay in bed, ruminating over her plan of action for the next day.She hoped her headache would get better.She was already on aspirin, but the throbbing of the veins in the top of her head was getting worse.She was sweating profusely, and the room was unbearably hot.Tomorrow, everything will be over.Switzerland, I have to go there.To the cool Swiss mountains, to the country house. She set the alarm clock for five in the morning, and when the alarm clock rang, she was lying in the prison cell, and the hag was yelling at the top of her voice: "It's time to dress. Move!" The alarm clock echoed in the corridor. .Tracy woke up with a tightness in her chest and a pain in her eyes from the light.She struggled into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and found that her face was white and red.I can't afford to be sick right now, Tracy thought.Can't be sick today.So many things to do. She dressed slowly, trying not to think about the pain in her head.She wore a black jumpsuit with deep pockets, soft-soled shoes, and a Basque beret.She felt that her heart was beating irregularly, but she could not tell whether it was from excitement or from sudden discomfort.She felt a little dizzy, and her limbs were weak; her throat also hissed and hurt.She saw the scarf that Jeff had given her on the table, so she picked it up and wrapped it around her neck. The main entrance of the Athena Building is located on the Avenue Montaigne, while the side entrance for waiters and freight services opens on the Rue Pocador at the corner of the bend.A sign was put up next to the door as a reminder—"Service Entrance" There was a passage in the back profile of the building's foyer, which led to the street through a narrow corridor lined with rubbish bins.Daniel Cooper found a hiding place near the main entrance to watch, and did not see Tracy leave the hotel through the side door.But strangely enough, he felt it as soon as Tracy was gone.He hurried up the street, looking around for a while.Tracy had long since disappeared. A gray Renault picked up Tracy at the side door of the hotel and drove straight to Etwal.The driver of the car was a young man with pimples who didn't seem to speak English.Since there were very few traffic on the road at this time, he drove the car very fast, making two turns and turning onto the avenue leading directly to Etwal.There are twelve avenues leading to Etwar, and they radiate like the spokes of an axle.If only he could drive more slowly, Tracy thought, as she began to feel motion sickness. Thirty minutes later, the car stopped abruptly in front of a warehouse.There was a sign over the door: Bruce & Sierra.Tracy remembered that this was where Haymon Volburn's brother worked. The young man opened the car door and muttered, "Quick!" When Tracy chased out of the car, a middle-aged man stepped forward on tiptoe. "Come with me," he said, "quick." Tracy staggered with him to the back of the warehouse, where half a dozen containers ready to be shipped to the airport were stacked, most of them packed and sealed.Among them was a soft box with a canvas side and half a box of furniture inside. "Go in. Quick! Time is running out." Tracy felt dizzy.She glanced at the cargo box and thought, I can't go in.I will die. The middle-aged man looked at her strangely. "Are you uncomfortable?" There's still time to step back and stop this. "I'm fine," Tracy mumbled.It will all be over soon.In a few hours, she will leave for Switzerland. "Okay. Take this." He handed her a double-edged knife, a long coil of thick rope, a flashlight, and a small blue gemstone case tied with a red ribbon. "This gem box is your replacement." Tracy took a deep breath, stepped into the cargo box and sat down.After a few seconds, a large piece of canvas sealed the opening.She heard her someone fasten the rope around the canvas. Through the canvas, she could vaguely hear someone talking. "From now on, don't talk, don't move, don't smoke." "I don't smoke," Tracy wanted to say, but she couldn't help it. "Good luck. I poked holes in the side of the cargo box so you can breathe. Don't forget to breathe." He laughed at his own joke.She heard footsteps going away.She was alone in the dark. The cargo box is very cramped, and the dining room chairs take up most of the space.Tracy felt as if she were squatting in an oven.Her skin was hot to the touch and it was difficult to breathe.I must have caught the flu virus, she thought, but that's okay if I get sick.Something to do now.Think of something else. Gunther's voice: You have nothing to worry about, Tracy.When they unload in Amsterdam, the box you're in will be transported to a private garage near the airport.Jeff is there waiting for you.Give him the diamond, return immediately to the airport, and at the Swissair desk, you can pick up a ticket to Geneva.Leaving Amsterdam, the sooner the better.Once the police learned that the diamond had been stolen, the entire city would be sealed off.Everything will run smoothly and nothing will go wrong.Of course, just in case, here is the address and keys to a safe house in Amsterdam.The house is empty. She must have been confused. When the cargo box was hoisted into the air, she woke up suddenly and felt that she was shaking in the air, so she quickly leaned against the wall of the cargo box.The cargo box landed on a hard spot.There was only the sound of the car door being slammed and the sound of the motor starting. After a while, the truck started. They drove to the airport. The whole plan is linked together, and the connection must be accurate.The box containing Tracy had to arrive at the cargo loading area within minutes of the De Beers box.The driver of the truck carrying Tracy was instructed to keep going at fifty miles an hour. There seemed to be more traffic than usual on the road to the airport this morning, but drivers were not worried.If the goods can catch the plane on time, he will get a bonus of 50,000 francs, which is enough for him to take his wife and children on a trip.America, he thought.We're going to Disneyland. He glanced at the clock on the bridge and smiled reassuringly.no problem.The airport was three miles away, ten minutes before the scheduled time. He arrived on time at the turn that led to the Air France cargo terminal, past the low gray buildings of Charles de Gaulle airport, and then past the passenger entrance, where there was a barbed wire fence that opened the cargo area.He could already see three rows of large warehouses in the cargo area, filled with boxes, packages, and containers already loaded onto platform trailers.At this moment, a bang was heard suddenly, the truck bumped wildly, and the steering wheel shook off his hand.Oops!he thinks.Fucking flat tire. A large 747 transport aircraft of Air France is loaded.The nose of the plane was lifted, revealing the loading lines.The cargo container is hoisted onto a platform flush with the opening, waiting to be pushed across a movable abutment and into the cargo hold of the aircraft.There are a total of thirty-eight cargo boxes, twenty-eight of which will be loaded in the center compartment and ten in the belly compartment.On the top of the cargo hold of the aircraft, an exposed heating pipe leads from one end of the large cabin to the other end, and the wires and cables used for loading and unloading the transmission are also clearly visible.There are no frills on this plane. Loading is nearing completion.Haimon Volburn looked at his watch again, cursing continuously.The delivery truck was late.De Beersto's shipment was crated, covered with canvas, and tied with rope after rope.Volburn daubed some red paint on the outside of the box so Tracy could identify it.He watched the crate come in along the loading line and be secured in place.Before the plane takes off, there is an empty space next to this cargo box.There are three more containers in the warehouse to be shipped.God, where is this woman now? The loading officer said in the cabin of the plane: "Let's go, Haymon. What are you waiting for?" "Wait a little longer," Volburn replied.He ran to the entrance to the cargo area.The truck is still missing. "Volburn! What's the matter?" He turned away.A senior supervisor came to him. "Quickly finish loading and take off." "Yes, sir. I'm waiting..." At this moment, the truck of Bruce and Cie rushed into the warehouse, slammed on the brakes, and stopped in front of Volburn. "This is the last box," Volburn said. "Okay, put it on." The supervisor shouted angrily. Volburn was in charge of unloading the container from the truck and onto the abutment leading to the engine room. He waved to the stevedore. "It's up to you." After a while, all the cargo was loaded, and the head of the plane was lowered to its original position.Volburn watched as the jet engines ignited and the behemoth slid down the runway.He thought, the next step would be up to this woman. There was a storm during the voyage.A strong air flow came, and the plane sank suddenly.I'm sinking, Tracy thought.I must get out. She stretched out her arms and bumped into something.After a closer look, it turned out to be the side of the lifeboat, and the lifeboat was shaken back and forth.She tried to stand up, but bumped her head against a table leg.After she woke up a little, she remembered where she was.Sweat dripped from her face and hair.She was dizzy and felt like she was on fire.How long has she been unconscious?Didn't it mean that there was only one hour of flight time?The plane is about to land?No, she thought.all the best.I was having nightmares, lying in bed in London, falling asleep.I should call the doctor.She felt that it was very difficult to breathe, and she tried to make a phone call, but she collapsed again, and her whole body was like a lead block.The plane was sucked into a vortex, and Tracy was thrown against the wall of the cargo box.She lay there dazed, trying desperately to gather her thoughts.How much time do I have?She is torn between hellish nightmares and painful reality.diamond.Seems like she should get the diamonds.But first... first she had to cut the rope and get out of the cargo box. She found the knife in the jumpsuit, but it took so much effort to pull it out.Not enough air, Tracy thought.I needed air, and she groped along the edge of the canvas until she found a rope tied from the outside.She cut it off.It seems to be cut forever.The seam of the canvas is slightly larger.Another rope was cut, and the opening was ready to be drilled.It's cold outside the container.She was trembling, almost frozen.The constant turbulence of the plane made her feel more and more sick.I've got to hold on, Tracy thought.She forced herself to focus.What am I doing here.One important thing... yes... diamonds. She fumbled among the containers, looking through each one, looking for red paint marks.Thank goodness!There, the second cargo box.She stood there, thinking about what to do next.The mind seems to be out of order.If you can lie down, sleep for a few minutes.I just need a little sleep.However, time was running out.Likely to land in Amsterdam soon.Tracy grabbed the knife and slashed at the ropes on the shipping container. "Just a slash," they had told her. She barely had the strength to hold the knife.I must not fail, Tracy thought, and she began to tremble again, until the knife dropped to the ground.It doesn't seem to work this time.They're going to catch me and send me back to jail. She clung to the rope, hesitating, wishing she could crawl back into her cargo box, tuck herself away safely, sleep, and be fine.It's so easy to do.However, she held back the severe headache, and slowly, slowly, touched the knife again and picked it up.She slashed at the thick rope again. The rope finally broke.Tracy pulled back the canvas and peered into the dark interior of the container.She can't see anything.She took out the flashlight, and at this moment, she suddenly felt a change in ear pressure. The plane began to descend, preparing to land. Tracy thought, I must hurry up.But she couldn't do it.She stood there, dazed.Move, her mind gave the order. She turned on the flashlight and shone into the container.The boxes were packed with parcels, brown paper bags and small boxes, and on top of one were two blue boxes tied with red ribbons.two!Originally said there was only one—she blinked, and the two boxes became one.There will be a bright ring of light around everything. She reached for the box and at the same time pulled the exact replica out of her pocket. She was holding two boxes in her hand when she suddenly felt nauseated, as if her internal organs were exploding. She closed her eyes tightly, trying her best to restrain herself.She was about to put the replica box in, but suddenly felt unsure which one to put back.She looked and looked at the two identical boxes in her hand.Is it the box on the right hand or the box on the right hand? The plane began to descend steeply.Landing is imminent.She has to make a decision.She puts a box in, prays to herself that this is the one to put back, and prepares to leave.She fumbled for a coil of rope from the pocket of her jumpsuit.What should I do with this rope.Her head was buzzing, and she couldn't think about it.She suddenly remembered: After you cut the rope, put it in your pocket and replace it with a new rope.Leave no trace that would arouse suspicion. Sitting on the "Mu Xi" yacht, basking in the sun, how easy it is to say that.Now this has become impossible.She has no strength left.The guard will find the broken rope, all the cargo will be searched, and she will be caught.A voice burst out from the depths of her heart, no!cannot!cannot! With a last-ditch effort, she began to wrap the long rope she had brought around the container.At this moment, she felt a tremor in her foot, the plane landed, and then another tremor, and she fell back.The engine starts to blow in reverse.She hit her head on the floor and passed out. The 747 began to accelerate again, sliding down the runway to the tarmac.Tracy lay curled up on the floor of the cabin, her hair covering her pale face.As soon as the engine stopped, there was silence around her, but she woke up instead.The plane stopped.She propped herself up on her elbows and slowly got up on her knees.She struggled to stand up and had to hold onto the container tightly to keep herself from falling because of dizziness.The rope was tied again.Holding the diamond box to her chest, she staggered back to the original cargo box.She climbed into the canvas opening and fell into the box with a thud.She was panting heavily, and beads of sweat dripped down her face.I finished.However, there is still much to be done.very important thing.what?Tape the ropes on your cargo box. She reached into the pocket of her jumpsuit to seal the mouth strap.The tape is gone.She gasped weakly and intermittently.The panting was deafening.She seemed to hear the voice of someone talking, and hurriedly listened with breathless breath.Yes.Here they come.Someone laughed.The cargo door will open at any moment, and someone will come to unload the cargo.They'd find the cut rope, poke their heads into the crate and they'd find her.She must try to hold the rope tight.She got up on her knees and unexpectedly found the roll of sealing tape.It must have fallen out when the plane was turbulent just now.She lifted the canvas and finally found two severed ends of rope, which she joined together and wrapped awkwardly with tape. She can't see anything.The sweat on his face blinded his eyes.She pulled off the scarf and wiped her face.much better.The tape was done, the canvas was laid back; now there was nothing to do but wait.She touched her forehead, it was hotter than before. I can't bask in the sun, Tracy thought.The poisonous tropical sun is too dangerous. She's vacationing somewhere in the Caribbean.Jeff came to see her and brought her some diamonds, but he turned over and jumped into the sea to meet her.She reached out to save him, and he slipped from her grasp.The water was over her head.She choked on several saliva and began to sink. She heard the stevedores enter the engine room. "Help!" she yelled desperately. "Someone come and save me." However, her yelling was only a faint moan, which was not heard by anyone. Huge containers were hoisted out of the plane one by one. Tracy was still asleep when the shipping container she was in was hoisted onto a Bruce & Cie truck.Behind her, the scarf Jeff had given her lay on the floor of the transport cabin. Someone lifted the canvas, a bright light came, and Tracy came to life, and she slowly opened her eyes.The truck has pulled into a warehouse. Jeff stood there, grinning at her. "You did it!" he said. "You are a miracle. Give me the box." She stared blankly at him taking the box away from her. "See you in Lisbon." He turned to leave, but stopped to look at her. "You look ugly, Tracy, are you all right?" She couldn't speak. "Jeff, I..." He's gone. Tracy could only dimly recall what happened next.Someone took her to the back of the warehouse and changed her clothes.A woman said, "Are you ill, miss? Shall I call a doctor?" "Don't call the doctor," Tracy murmured. At the Sailair service desk you can pick up a ticket to Geneva.Leaving Amsterdam, the sooner the better, once the police learned that the diamond had been stolen, the entire city would be sealed off.All will be well and nothing will go wrong, of course, just in case, here is the address and key to a safe house in Amsterdam.The house is empty. AIRPORT.She has to go to the airport. "Taxi," she mumbled, "taxi." The woman hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. "All right. I'll get one. Wait here." She floated higher and higher, almost touching the sun. "You called a taxi." A man's voice. She wants people to stop bothering her.She just wants to sleep. The driver said, "Where do you want to go, miss?" At the Swissair desk you can pick up a ticket to Geneva. She was too sick to fly.They would stop her and call her a doctor.She will be questioned.She just needs a few minutes of sleep and everything will be fine. The voice was a little impatient. "Excuse me, where are you going?" She has nowhere to go.She gave the taxi driver the address of the house. When the police questioned her repeatedly about the diamonds and she refused to answer, they became enraged and locked her alone in a room with the heat turned on, which was scorchingly hot.When it was really unbearable, they tried their best to cool down until icicles appeared on the wall. Tracy felt rushed out of the freezing cold, and she opened her eyes to find herself lying on a bed, shivering.Although there was a blanket under her, she didn't have the strength to get in.Her clothes were drenched with sweat, and her face and neck were wet. I am dying here.What is this place? safe house.I'm in a safe house.Thinking of this, she found it so funny that she couldn't help laughing out loud, which caused a sudden cough.Everything is wrong.She couldn't get away at all.Now, the police must be combing her hair in Amsterdam: Miss Whitney has a Swissair ticket and she doesn't use it?Which means she's still in Amsterdam. She didn't know how long she had been lying on this bed.He raised his wrist to look at his watch, but the surface was blurry.Everything in front of you is a double shadow.There are two beds, two dressers, and four chairs in the room.The trembling stopped, and she felt hot all over.A window was supposed to be opened, but she was too weak to move at all.The room was as cold as an ice cellar. She was back on the plane again, locked in the cargo box, screaming for help desperately. You did it!You are a miracle.give me the box. Jeff had taken the diamonds, probably on his way to Brazil with her share of the fee.He'll have fun with one of his women, laughing at her constantly.He beat her again.She hates him.No, she doesn't hate.No, she hates him.She despised him. Sometimes she babbles in her sleep, and sometimes she wakes up.The hard pelota was coming at her and Jeff hugged her and pinned her to the ground, his lips so close to hers, and then they went to dinner at Zalakaine.Do you know how special you are, Tracy? I sue for peace, said Boris Melnikov. She began to tremble again, uncontrollably, and she boarded an express train and passed through a dark tunnel like lightning.She knew she would die when she reached the other end of the tunnel, and all the passengers had disembarked except Alberto Fornati.He was getting angry at her, shoving her, yelling at her. "For Jesus' sake!" he yelled. "Open your eyes! Who do you think I am?" With superhuman determination, Tracy opened her eyes. Jeff was standing by the bed watching her.He was pale and his voice sounded angry.Of course, it was all part of her nightmare. "How long have you been like this?" "You're in Brazil," Tracy mumbled. She couldn't remember anything after that. Inspector Trinant stared at the TW-stamped scarf found on an Air France transport plane for a long time. Then he said, "Get me Daniel Cooper."