Free The Stolen Da Vinci Manuscripts by Joshua Elliot James Page B

my tail no matter what I
try, even taking a one way street in the wrong direction.
    Road signs announcing Madrid Airport appear
and tell me that we only have five miles to go and from nowhere I
am suddenly surrounded by four additional Policia cars with all
systems operating and the noise of our cavalcade echoes off
buildings and assure clear avenues ahead.
    We are now in the outer limits of the airport
and I take the concourse to ‘International Departures’ – I have a
super slim margin to get to the building first, but that will leave
little time to grab my case and disappear into the crowd. I speed
up to the point of recklessness and reach the doors first – I grab
my bag even before the car stops rocking and run to the door. A
body blocks my way – I try to push past but I’m blocked.

Chapter 8: Under Arrest
     
     
    “You’re under arrest.” The plain clothes man
says.
    “For what?”
    “Complicity to murder, stealing a policia
vehicle, evading police, need I go on?
    Turn around.”
    Handcuffs are locked in place and I am frog
marched to the nearest car.
    My luggage is handled roughly. “Please be
careful – there are fragile items in there.”
    I am put in a holding cell to await
questioning and insist on a phone call. Voice answers.
    “I am in police custody – let Gavin go. There
is no reason to hold him now.”
    “Ah – this is another trick?”
    “You may visit me if you wish – I am in the
Madrid police building. Turn on the news – I’m sure by now there
are reports of my capture.”
    The phone goes dead.
    “Hello…” No response.
    I don’t have to wait long for the
interrogator to get to work; He starts with the ‘good cop’
approach. “Senora I’m sure you are scared – no?”
    “No.”
    “Why – you should be.”
    “It’s true I borrowed a policia vehicle for a
short time, but I was fleeing for my life.” I explain.
    “Why did you not stop for the officer
following you?”
    “I did not know if he was police, or one of
the men trying to kill me – his car had no markings.”
    “And when the other policia cars joined the
chase?”
    “We were so close to the airport – I didn’t
want to disrupt traffic on the highway.”
    Bad cop kicks in and he screams in my face.
“Why did you kill the police officer?” Garlic breath makes me
recoil.
    “I did not kill him – you will see that I
don’t own a gun.”
    “The officer had a non standard issue gun
with two bullets fired.”
    “He shot my tires. That’s why I had to take
the policia car. One of the men in the BMW shot him - you will find
that the bullet matches that gun when you catch them.”
    “We did apprehend them.”
    “Good then you can let me go – I have a plane
to catch.”
    “Not so fast Senora – even if what you say is
true, there are many other charges against you. It will be for the
judge to decide when to release you.”
    I am left alone in the room for hours and
finally the door opens.
    “Senora Jones, the facts you gave us have
been verified and the judge has ruled on your punishment for the
other offenses. You have to pay a fine.”
    “Do you take credit cards? How much?”
    “One hundred thousand Euros.”
    “What! That’s a hundred and twenty five
thousand dollars!”
    “More like a hundred and twenty six
thousand.” He corrects.
    “That’s outrageous – let me speak to the
judge.”
    “You cannot speak to the judge – he has
ruled.”
    “I have to go to America to arrange that
amount of money. I need an attorney.”
    “I will see what I can do.” He promises.
    An hour or so later, I meet my
‘attorney’.
    “Your fine has been paid Ms. Raphael.”
    “By whom?” I ask suspiciously.
    “A mutual acquaintance.”
    I realize immediately who that is.
    “He asks that you call him after you are
released.” I am given another throw away cell phone. “He also
apologizes for your ‘inconvenience’. The number is pre-programmed
of course.”
    The policia are kind enough to give