Chapter 20
MAKING DO…but who the hell was he? Pablo worried once more. Someone from MI5, of course. But who exactly? What was his name, title, mission? Who was his ultimate boss? There’s no way to know, you fool, he told himself. You’re thousands of feet up, safe and sound, so quit worrying and thank God for your escape and enjoy your getaway, even if it may be brief. But who the hell was he? And why did he head that cavalcade of officialdom charging toward us? And will he reenter my life again? the voice of his hunted self persisted.
Below them a string of parallel lights, breaking through the cloudy dawn, illuminated a narrow landing strip. As they banked for final approach he caught sight of the fairy tale turrets and steeply pitched roof of the French château that had served as a jum
