Spartan Gold (A Sam and Remi Fargo Adventure)
Clive Cussler, Grant Blackwood
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A fortune lost for ages...
A millionaire pursuing his destiny...
Sam and Remi Fargo are about to encounter both.
from behind the barrel stalactite and stalked over and leveled his gun with Sam’s head. “Come back here!” Bondaruk commanded. Remi didn’t move. “I said, come back here!” Remi put her hands on her hips. “No. You’re going to kill us anyway.” Sam lay still, trying to catch his breath. Through the rush of blood in his ears, he tried to focus on Remi’s voice. “Not true. You tell me where the columns are and I will—” “You’re a liar and a murderer, and you can go to hell. You may find the columns
what I can do. Be back to you shortly.” She called back twenty minutes later. “Took some doing, but as it turns out the Italian DMV database isn’t exactly what I’d call hacker-proof.” “Good to know,” Sam said. “The plate belongs to a tan Peugeot, correct?” “That’s it.” “Then I have bad news. It’s registered to a Polizia Provinciale officer. The Provincial Police. I’m sending you the specifics right now.” Sam waited three minutes until the e-mail finally arrived, scanned the contents,
called. “Windshield! Empty it!” Remi squeezed off four shots, the gun’s barrel spouting orange flame. Three spiderwebbed holes appeared in the SUV’s windshield. “Atta girl!” Suddenly Kholkov appeared around the front of the car, dropping into a crouch, a gun coming up in his hands. Sam spun the wheel hard left. The Lancia’s tail whipped around, the front tires spinning freely in the moist grass before finally finding purchase. Two metallic thunks echoed through the car as Kholkov’s bullets
asked. “As I’ll ever be,” Remi replied, tucking her auburn hair under her hat. For the next twenty minutes they loitered around the landing area, taking pictures of the fjord and the mountains until Remi said, “Got him.” “Where?” Sam replied without turning. “The boat that’s circling, waiting to dock. Starboard side, fourth window back.” Sam turned and pointed his camera across the fjord and caught the incoming boat in the corner of the frame. He zoomed in, took a few pictures, lowered his
weather turn them back. Let’s go.” The door opened, shut. Footsteps crunched through the snow and faded away. On hands and knees Sam crawled to the railing and peeked through. He turned and gave Remi a thumbs-up. “My heart’s pounding like a jackhammer,” she said. “Join the club.” “We’re going to have to be careful about our footprints.” “So are they. In fact, let’s use them while we can.” CHAPTER 48 They slipped out the door, climbed down the steps, and followed Kholkov’s footprints