Exocet (v5) by Jack Higgins Read Free Book Online

be in touch later this morning. Not at the Embassy. Be at your flat.'
    'You mean you've got somebody?'
    'Perhaps. Go now. I'll follow later.'
    Garcia departed. The door closed behind him. A small wind drifted round the room, lifting a paper on the floor in the corner. Belov shivered, looking around him at the squalor with distaste and stood up.
    The barman came in from the kitchen. 'Anything else, Monsieur?'
    'I don't think so.' Belov dropped a note on the counter and buttoned his coat. 'I wonder if God really knew what he was doing when he made mornings like these?'
    He opened the door and departed.
    * * *
    Belov lived in an apartment on the top floor of a luxury building of some distinction on the Boulevard St Germain. He went straight there from his assignation with Garcia. He was tired and cold and the prospect of Irana Vronsky waiting for him filled him with conscious pleasure. She was a handsome, full-bodied woman of thirty-five and undeniably attractive. She had been Belov's secretary for ten years or more and he had seduced her within a month of her taking up the appointment. She was totally devoted to him.
    When she opened the door to him, she was wearing a superb black silk dressing gown which gaped as she moved forward, revealing black stockings and the hint of a garter belt.
    Belov took her in his arms. 'You smell wonderful.'
    There was concern on her face. 'Nikolai, you're frozen. Let me get you some coffee. What was it all about?'
    'First the coffee,' he said. 'We go to bed and you warm me up. Then, I tell you what Garcia wanted and you can put that fine commonsense of yours to work.'
    * * *
    Later, lying sideways in bed, watching him smoke a cigarette, she said, 'Why bother, Nikolai? They're a bunch of fascists down there in the Argentine. Under military rule, thousands have disappeared. I'd rather have the British any day of the week.'
    'Keep that up, you'll have me defecting, just so you can live in Kensington and shop at Harrods every day.' He smiled and then became serious. 'There is more than one reason for taking an interest in this business. A mini-war we are not involved in personally, is always useful, especially when it sets two anti-communist countries at each other's throats. A great deal of technical information can be derived from their use of weaponry and so on.'
    'Good point.'
    'An even better one is this, Irana. Exocets or no Exocets, the British are going to win this war. Oh, the Argentine air force has performed magnificently, but their navy stays in harbour and their army of occupation in the Falklands consists mainly of conscripts. I shudder to think what British Marines and Paratroopers will do to them once they start rolling.'
    'What are you saying then? That you won't help Garcia?'
    'Not at all. I'm all in favour of giving him exactly what he wants, but what if one could do it in such a way that it would discredit the ruling junta in Argentina? If we could only bring down the military government, Irana, the opportunities of government by the people would be limitless.'
    'My God,' she said. 'What an imagination! You already see a Russian fleet installed in Rio Gallegos, controlling the South Atlantic.'
    'I know; beautiful, isn't it?'
    He lay there for a while longer and she ran the fingers of her right hand up over his thigh and across his belly. He grabbed her hand and pushed it away, a sudden excitement on his face.
    'I have it. Donner. This should suit him down to the ground. Where is he?'
    'In London this week, I think.'
    'Get him on the phone now. Tell him to get the shuttle from Heathrow. I want to see him here before noon.'
    She got out of bed and went to the phone while Belov lit another cigarette, thoroughly pleased with himself.
    * * *
    Felix Donner was a magnificent figure of a man, at least six foot three in height with a great breadth of shoulder and dark hair swept back over his ears. As chairman of the Donner Development Corporation, he was a well-known and highly respected