The Stone of Archimedes

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Book: The Stone of Archimedes Read Online Free PDF
Author: Trevor Scott
Tags: Fiction, Thrillers, Espionage
using her Maria moniker, then this poor senator had no idea who she really was. Probably a good thing, since she had worked her way up fairly high in the Agency these days.
    â€œThe breeze flows through the sheers,” Jake finally said. It was one of their safe phrases.
    â€œMaria is quite the looker,” the senator said. “If you spent any time with her at all on the Italian Riviera, you’re one lucky guy.”
    â€œLong time ago,” Jake said, noticing the Greeks had caught onto him just as he found a taxi. “Just a minute.” He shoved the phone against his chest and said to the cab driver, “ Aeroporto, per favore .” The cabbie nodded, Jake threw his small backpack onto the seat and he scooted down, feeling the gun he had taken from the Greek man for the first time. He shifted the gun so it wouldn’t blow a hole in his butt and then got back onto the cell phone with the senator. “ Parlate inglese ?”
    The taxi driver shook his head emphatically no.
    Jake smiled and said to the driver, “I’ll bet you have a small penis.”
    The driver shrugged and drove off.
    â€œSorry about that,” Jake said to the senator on the phone. “Anyway, what can I do for you?”
    â€œI take it you’re in Sicily,” the senator said, his Texas accent flowing freely now.
    The taxi slowly worked its way through the pedestrians, the driver honking his horn indiscriminately.
    â€œYeah, I’m here. I have a flight to Rome in the early morning.”
    â€œGood. I just wanted to thank you for doing this for me.”
    â€œNo problem. I take it you helped with my legal issues in Tunisia. Thank you.”
    â€œI just made a phone call, but I will deny any knowledge of that affair.”
    I’ll bet, Jake thought. He guessed the senator could get in some deep shit for helping free a murderer, regardless of who was killed.
    Jake looked ahead and could see the two Greek men waiting at the curb. He pulled out the gun and placed it against the window, smiling at the men as they passed.
    â€œI was told to expect a call from a contact,” Jake said, “but I had no idea you would be contacting me directly.”
    The senator let out a deep breath of air on the other end. “Well, I don’t know if you know this, but we sent two other men to find my sister and they have both disappeared as well.”
    â€œI heard,” Jake assured him. “I’m guessing I had just the one get out of jail free card from you.”
    Hesitation. “I’m not expecting you to do anything against the laws of Italy,” Senator Halsey said.
    â€œI understand. But I already have two men tailing me. Greeks.”
    â€œSara was in Athens doing her research.”
    â€œRight. So this is probably good news.” Except that somehow there was a leak in the chain of contacts.
    â€œHow so?”
    â€œThe Greeks found out I’m on the case. If they had Sara they wouldn’t care about me. And if she was dead, they’d also have no reason to follow me.”
    â€œShucks, Mister Adams, you’re a blunt man.”
    â€œI’ve got guys with guns following me around. I don’t suspect they’re from my fan club. I don’t have time to beat around the bush. And call me Jake.”
    â€œIt wasn’t a criticism, Jake. I like forthright folks. Now, do you have all the information you need to start in Rome?”
    â€œI got everything but Sara’s bra size.”
    The senator laughed. “Sorry, but I’m very thorough. And last I heard it was a thirty-four C.”
    Jake looked outside and noticed they were already approaching the international airport. He checked over the gun he had taken from the Greek. It was a 9mm Glock 19, old and well used, but probably quite reliable. Looking at the driver, he slid the magazine from the handle and counter 15 rounds and then slid open the slide to see another in the
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