Chapter 52
DianeJoplinsatinthevanlisteningtothediscordantmeleeofthevoices.Thevoiceswerenotinagreement.Ohemhadrisenabovethedinandinstructedhertoslideopenthedoorsofthemovingvanandjumpout.Yet,theothervoices,hermother’sasoundedvaguelylikeherfather’s,toldhertobepatient.Allthewhile,shekepthereyestraihemanwiththesmoothlongfacewhohadsavedherfromtheYakuza.Thererettygirldrivingthevanandfromthewayshewasswitglanesshelookedlikeanexcellentdriver.Dianewasn’tsure,butshethoughtsheheardthemaoherasSeven,whichshecludedwasanoddnameevenfirl.Ithadtobeaame,shefigured.They’ddroppedthetwoidentikitheaviesoffnotfarfromKabukidthenthevanhaddrivenupohoseflyovers.
Theman,whohadtoldherthathisnamewasFouler,hadtriedhardtoreassureherthatshewassafe.Hewasntomakeaphonecallfromthevanbutseemedtobehavingtroubleeg.Hewasonspeakerphoneandshecouldheartheph,makeascreeghenendinaseriesofbeeps.Themanwasgettingexasperated.He’dturtobeEnglishalthoughhisatwasn’tthesameoneshe’dheardEnglishpeopleuseinAmerica.
Diaurentiontothesolesliningonesideofthevaotheequipmentsatagrayboxwithalabelthatread“FuelCells.HahCare!”ItlookedliketheboxrovidingpowerforalltheputerequipmentbutDianewasn’tsure.Itlookedtoosmall.Someofthemonitorsshowedvariousmapsaroundtheworld,someofwhichshereized,andthereweretheseblinkingdotsohatshecouldswearshesawmovingbutshecouldainbecausetheydidn’treallymovemuch.Thesmellofthevanremindedherofherfather’sdeninBoston.Itwasthatnotunpleasantsmellofhotposandplastic.TheEnglishmancalledFoulerseemedtohavemadeae.
“Hello,DirectorRyan,please,”Foulersaid,givingheraknowingstare.Dianehadnoideawhatthatwasallabout.
“IamafraidDirectorRyanisoherline,”amiddleage-soundingfemalevoicesaid.
“TellhimthisisBruceFouler.Believemehe’lltakemycall.”
“OK,hangonased.”ThevoicesoundedhesitantbutFoulerlahold.AdvertisingmessagesabouttheFBIstartedingfromthespeakerofFouler’sphone.HewascallingthedirectoroftheFBI.ThevoicethathadaskedhertojumpfromthevanstartedwhisperingthingstoDiane.ShewouldbehandedovertotheFBIandshewouldgotoprisonforaverylongtime.WeretheseguysFBI?DianehadneverheardaboutEnglishFBIagehevanandtheequipmentfittedthemould.ThentheFBIadsstopped.
“Bruce,it’sbeenawhile.WhatIdoforyou?”Thevoicesoundedjovial,nothinglikethewayDiahoughtFBIagentssoundedlike,especiallyinthemovies.
“TheProfessorJoplitheCIAisallexcitedaboutbutseemstobegettingnowherewithmightbeabouttodrawtoaclose.IhavesomethingthatwillgivetheFBItheupperhand,”Foulersaid.
“Oh,that.TheyfoundoutthatitwastheworkoftheBostonfaoftheJapaneseYakuza.TheirDNAwasallovertheprofessor’shouseandwehaveextensivefilesontheseguys.Wepulledthemierdayandafterabitofcoaxingtheyspilledthebeans.ItseemedtheprofessorwasonsomeYamaguchi-gumihitlist.Forwhat,wedon’tknow.TheseguysjusttookordersfromJapan.Themissingdaughterwastakenoffthesuspectlisttodayalthoughwehaveyettofindher.Butweareclose.Agentsarepigherupatherhhtnow.Sowhatdoyouhaveforme?Iknowyoudon’tcallmyspecialliokeepmeuptodateohatsellneersforthetabloids.”
“IaminTokyo.IhavetheJoplingirlhere.Wouldyouliketotalktoher?”Foulersaidsimply.ThereauseonthelihentheFBIdirectorspoke.
“AlwaysoepaheadFouler.Idon’tknowhowyoudoit.Diaherearealotofworriedpeoplehere.Yourmaidwassurethatyouhadbeenkidnapped.Andforawhile,awholelotoffolkthoughtyourdisappearancesuggestedyou’ddonesomethingwrong.”
“Sorry,Isetaogetawayforawhile,”Dianeexplained,wiftheFBIdirectorwoulduand.
“AllthewaytoJapan?”
“IthoughtIwouldfindaomyfather’sdeathhereinTokyo,”Dianesaid.Shewasrelievedthatitseemedshewasnoloroublealiberalofthevoiceswerenowreassurihat.Theothervoicesscreamedily,geingawholelotofbackgroundifDiariedreallyhardshecouldighem.Yettherewasoheisolatedvoiceofascaredlittlegirl,whichshefoundhardtoblockout.
“You’llmakeafineFBIagent,youngwoman.IttoentsseveraldaystotracethiscasebacktoJapanandyoudiditinwhat,asplitsed?”TherewasaforcedchuckleohersideofthelineandFivihislook,likeshehaddonesomethingheressedwith.Thegirl’swhinyvoiherheadwassuggestingthatitwasatriakeherfeelfortable.TheFBIwasgoingtoarrestherandchargeherwiththemurderofherfather.
“Thanks,”shesaidsimplyoverthespeakerphoheicalvoiceseruptedincacklesofdisappoi.
“Well,IguessanFBIsalarywouldn’tmeanmuchtoyou.Youareaverybraveandveryrichyoungwoman.Yourfatherleftyoualotofmoney.Youprobablywouldneverain,ifyouiedwisely.”
Heistryingtodeduyourreplywhetheryouwantyourfather’smoney.’tyouseethat?It’sallorap.
“Thanks,”Dianesaidagain.Shehadnoideahowelsetorespondtothat.
“You’lloebaeandsignthepapersofcoursebutthat’ssomethingtosortoutwithyourfather’slawyers,”themancalledJohnRyansaid.
Yousee?AndthatFoulerispartoftheplan.
Buthesavedmylife.
Hedidnosuchthing.
“We’llgetherbacktoBoston,ifthat’swhatshewantstodo,”Foulerinterjected,givihatstrangelookagain.
See.
“Sure.GoodludthanksFouler.ThoseCIAboyswillbegratedthatedthisup.”
“Surething.SeeyouimeIaminWashington,”Foulersaid,smilingtohimself.
“Absolutely.GoodbyeBrudthanks.”
Fupjustasthevanpulledintoadriveway.BehindthelargeJapaylewoodenbuildingstoodaloomingsnoedmassthatDianeJoplinreizedfromcyberspacephotosasMountFuji.AsigninEnglishandKanjionthebuildingreadHakoneRyokan.Abigmanwearingatweedsuitstoodoutsidetheentrahanattractive-lookingJapaneseladyandahandsomeEurasiankid.FoulerexplaioDiaheygotoutofthevanthattheywouldbestayitheDeWittefamily’shsryokanwhileAgentJaaJorievedherbelongingsfromtheKeioPlazaHotel.
“You’llbesafehere,”Foulerwhisperedashewalkeduptothefamilyandshooktheman’shand.
ThevoiDiane’sheadwerestrangelysilent.AllshecouldhearwasthebeatingofherheartasshestoleanlaheDeWitteboy.松语文学www.16sy.coM免费小说阅读
Theman,whohadtoldherthathisnamewasFouler,hadtriedhardtoreassureherthatshewassafe.Hewasntomakeaphonecallfromthevanbutseemedtobehavingtroubleeg.Hewasonspeakerphoneandshecouldheartheph,makeascreeghenendinaseriesofbeeps.Themanwasgettingexasperated.He’dturtobeEnglishalthoughhisatwasn’tthesameoneshe’dheardEnglishpeopleuseinAmerica.
Diaurentiontothesolesliningonesideofthevaotheequipmentsatagrayboxwithalabelthatread“FuelCells.HahCare!”ItlookedliketheboxrovidingpowerforalltheputerequipmentbutDianewasn’tsure.Itlookedtoosmall.Someofthemonitorsshowedvariousmapsaroundtheworld,someofwhichshereized,andthereweretheseblinkingdotsohatshecouldswearshesawmovingbutshecouldainbecausetheydidn’treallymovemuch.Thesmellofthevanremindedherofherfather’sdeninBoston.Itwasthatnotunpleasantsmellofhotposandplastic.TheEnglishmancalledFoulerseemedtohavemadeae.
“Hello,DirectorRyan,please,”Foulersaid,givingheraknowingstare.Dianehadnoideawhatthatwasallabout.
“IamafraidDirectorRyanisoherline,”amiddleage-soundingfemalevoicesaid.
“TellhimthisisBruceFouler.Believemehe’lltakemycall.”
“OK,hangonased.”ThevoicesoundedhesitantbutFoulerlahold.AdvertisingmessagesabouttheFBIstartedingfromthespeakerofFouler’sphone.HewascallingthedirectoroftheFBI.ThevoicethathadaskedhertojumpfromthevanstartedwhisperingthingstoDiane.ShewouldbehandedovertotheFBIandshewouldgotoprisonforaverylongtime.WeretheseguysFBI?DianehadneverheardaboutEnglishFBIagehevanandtheequipmentfittedthemould.ThentheFBIadsstopped.
“Bruce,it’sbeenawhile.WhatIdoforyou?”Thevoicesoundedjovial,nothinglikethewayDiahoughtFBIagentssoundedlike,especiallyinthemovies.
“TheProfessorJoplitheCIAisallexcitedaboutbutseemstobegettingnowherewithmightbeabouttodrawtoaclose.IhavesomethingthatwillgivetheFBItheupperhand,”Foulersaid.
“Oh,that.TheyfoundoutthatitwastheworkoftheBostonfaoftheJapaneseYakuza.TheirDNAwasallovertheprofessor’shouseandwehaveextensivefilesontheseguys.Wepulledthemierdayandafterabitofcoaxingtheyspilledthebeans.ItseemedtheprofessorwasonsomeYamaguchi-gumihitlist.Forwhat,wedon’tknow.TheseguysjusttookordersfromJapan.Themissingdaughterwastakenoffthesuspectlisttodayalthoughwehaveyettofindher.Butweareclose.Agentsarepigherupatherhhtnow.Sowhatdoyouhaveforme?Iknowyoudon’tcallmyspecialliokeepmeuptodateohatsellneersforthetabloids.”
“IaminTokyo.IhavetheJoplingirlhere.Wouldyouliketotalktoher?”Foulersaidsimply.ThereauseonthelihentheFBIdirectorspoke.
“AlwaysoepaheadFouler.Idon’tknowhowyoudoit.Diaherearealotofworriedpeoplehere.Yourmaidwassurethatyouhadbeenkidnapped.Andforawhile,awholelotoffolkthoughtyourdisappearancesuggestedyou’ddonesomethingwrong.”
“Sorry,Isetaogetawayforawhile,”Dianeexplained,wiftheFBIdirectorwoulduand.
“AllthewaytoJapan?”
“IthoughtIwouldfindaomyfather’sdeathhereinTokyo,”Dianesaid.Shewasrelievedthatitseemedshewasnoloroublealiberalofthevoiceswerenowreassurihat.Theothervoicesscreamedily,geingawholelotofbackgroundifDiariedreallyhardshecouldighem.Yettherewasoheisolatedvoiceofascaredlittlegirl,whichshefoundhardtoblockout.
“You’llmakeafineFBIagent,youngwoman.IttoentsseveraldaystotracethiscasebacktoJapanandyoudiditinwhat,asplitsed?”TherewasaforcedchuckleohersideofthelineandFivihislook,likeshehaddonesomethingheressedwith.Thegirl’swhinyvoiherheadwassuggestingthatitwasatriakeherfeelfortable.TheFBIwasgoingtoarrestherandchargeherwiththemurderofherfather.
“Thanks,”shesaidsimplyoverthespeakerphoheicalvoiceseruptedincacklesofdisappoi.
“Well,IguessanFBIsalarywouldn’tmeanmuchtoyou.Youareaverybraveandveryrichyoungwoman.Yourfatherleftyoualotofmoney.Youprobablywouldneverain,ifyouiedwisely.”
Heistryingtodeduyourreplywhetheryouwantyourfather’smoney.’tyouseethat?It’sallorap.
“Thanks,”Dianesaidagain.Shehadnoideahowelsetorespondtothat.
“You’lloebaeandsignthepapersofcoursebutthat’ssomethingtosortoutwithyourfather’slawyers,”themancalledJohnRyansaid.
Yousee?AndthatFoulerispartoftheplan.
Buthesavedmylife.
Hedidnosuchthing.
“We’llgetherbacktoBoston,ifthat’swhatshewantstodo,”Foulerinterjected,givihatstrangelookagain.
See.
“Sure.GoodludthanksFouler.ThoseCIAboyswillbegratedthatedthisup.”
“Surething.SeeyouimeIaminWashington,”Foulersaid,smilingtohimself.
“Absolutely.GoodbyeBrudthanks.”
Fupjustasthevanpulledintoadriveway.BehindthelargeJapaylewoodenbuildingstoodaloomingsnoedmassthatDianeJoplinreizedfromcyberspacephotosasMountFuji.AsigninEnglishandKanjionthebuildingreadHakoneRyokan.Abigmanwearingatweedsuitstoodoutsidetheentrahanattractive-lookingJapaneseladyandahandsomeEurasiankid.FoulerexplaioDiaheygotoutofthevanthattheywouldbestayitheDeWittefamily’shsryokanwhileAgentJaaJorievedherbelongingsfromtheKeioPlazaHotel.
“You’llbesafehere,”Foulerwhisperedashewalkeduptothefamilyandshooktheman’shand.
ThevoiDiane’sheadwerestrangelysilent.AllshecouldhearwasthebeatingofherheartasshestoleanlaheDeWitteboy.松语文学www.16sy.coM免费小说阅读
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