Chapter 19

Terry Scott scooped up the gun from the dirt and stuffed it into his pocket. He got into the Bentley, Leona slid under the wheel and gunned the motor. "Where to?" she asked, her voice tiny.

"To the airfield," Terry said.

She didn't question him; she made a sharp right and fed the motor gas.

"How did you know where to find us?" Terry wanted to know. He searched for cigarettes, lit two, gave her one. "I wish I had a drink."

"There's a flask in the dashboard compartment," she said. "As for knowing where to find you ... I followed you. I saw you leaving with those two. I saw your hands bound I knew what they were up to."

"Thanks," he said.

"I couldn't let them kill you."

"Don't worry about shooting those two. That'll be our little secret. Just get a message through to Denver. That's the nearest town where you'll find a Treasury office."

"And I mention the name Levine. Yes, I remember." She tossed her cigarette out the car window. "I can call them from town. I can put the call through from the the local post office. It'll be safer that way."

"All right," Terry said. "Do it any way you wish."

He made sure the gun he had was fully loaded, then put it back in his pocket.

When the airfield was in sight he said: "Slow down. I'll walk the rest of the way. You wait here for me."

She braked the car. She didn't ask questions. He got out and started for the hangar.

When he was near the back of the hangar, he walked slowly and softly. He circled the hangar till the field was in full vision. There was a Reliance, waiting for takeoff, its motor idling. Terry peered into the hangar, saw a cubicle in a corner, with Simeon and the pilot, Tailspin Tommy, talking and smoking. Simeon was talking animatedly.

Terry made his way to the plane without being seen. He spent five minutes with the plane, then managed to get back to the car. He got in, said, "Let's go back to the Den."

Leona made a tight turn, headed for the Den of Iniquity. "I didn't hear any shots," she said. "What did you do, give them poison? Shoot them with a bow and arrow?"

"I tampered with the planes feed line," Terry said. Leona shuddered. "How could you be so cold-blooded?"

"You'd be surprised at the things I did during the war," Terry said. "I was an O.S.S. officer."

"But that was during a war," she protested.

"This is a war, too," he said. "Perhaps not on such a grand scale, but a war nevertheless."

"Don't talk to me about good and evil," she said sharply. "I find hypocrisy on both sides."

"I had no intention of preaching. I never preach."

"What are you going to do with me once this is over?" she wanted to know.

"Nothing. In fact, after you put through the call, I'd advise you to drag your ass out of here. Sell the damn car in the first big town you come to and buy a plane ticket for Timbuktu."

"I think I'll do exactly that."

"And don't think it hasn't been fun," he said. "It has."

"Do you think we'll ever meet again?" she asked wistfully.

"I don't know. I hope so."

"I ... I wish we could screw just one more time," she said. "I want you to tongue me. I want it very bad. I want to feel you inside me. All naked."

"How can you think of sex at a time like this?" He wondered aloud.

"We women are funny that way," she laughed.

"There's no chance of it happening," he said, "You're taking off for town as soon as we see the Den."

"We could go to my room," she said. "It will probably be our last time together."

"I don't know," he said weakly.

She sensed his weakening. She quickly took off her bolero and opened the front buttons of her dress. She did it all with her right hand, keeping her left hand on the wheel. "Look at me," she commanded.

He looked at the pale bra in the moonlight.

She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. "Look at these knockers. Look how firm they are. How round. Can you resist them? Don't you want to touch them, kiss them?"

"You she devil!"

She laughed wantonly. "Shall we go to my room?"

"Yes, damn you. Yes."

They saw the Den of Iniquity coming into view.

"I'll park in front of the house where I have my room and you'll sneak in," she said.

"Better park in back of the house."

"Yes. You're right, of course. Now button my dress." She let the bra fall to the rubber mat. "That's right. Can't you button my dress without touching my tits?"

You can't, can you? Yes, touch them if you have to. Play with them. No, no. Not any more. You're getting me too hot. I'll make you eat me in the car if you don't stop. There. Now button the dress." She parked the car.

Now he was the one who was caught up in the heat of the action and couldn't control his emotions. He was so damned horny he just had to have her.