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t be able to catch a flight to Washington。 When the planes stopped at Nome to re fuel； Zavala volunteered to use his considerable charm and the NUMA bank account to soothe the owner of the leased Maule that had been destroyed。 He was ing out of the lease office after agreeing to buy the pany a new plane when he saw Austin striding toward him with a serious expression on his face。 He handed Zavala a piece of paper。
〃This just came in。〃
Zavala scanned the message from NUMA： 〃Gamay and Francesca kidnapped。 Trout injured。 e home immediately。 S。〃
Without exchanging a word they hustled across the tarmac toward the waiting Talon。
Chapter 32
Paul Trout lay in his hospital bed with his chest and nose wrapped in bandages； cursing him self repeatedly for not being more alert to danger。 When he and Gamay were dodging the arrows of headhunters their survival instincts were at their sharpest。 But their return to the so…called civilized world had dulled their senses。 They had no idea that the eyes watching from the van parked outside their Georgetown townhouse were far more savage than any they had encountered in the jungle。
The letters painted on the van's doors； identifying it as be longing to the District of Columbia department of public works； were still tacky to the touch。 Inside the vehicle was the latest in munications and electronic snooping equipment。 Bent over the TV monitors and speakers that probed the brick walls of the house were the Kradzik brothers。 Watching and waiting did not e easily to the twins。 In Bosnia they used a brutally simple routine。 They picked their target of choice。 Then they and a couple of truckloads of paramilitary troops pulled up to the house in the dead of night； bashed the door in； and dragged the terrified occupants from their beds。 The men were taken away and shot； the women raped and murdered； the house systematically looted。
Getting into the Trouts' townhouse presented a different problem。 The house was on a back street； but it was well traveled with pedestrians and car traffic。 The street had been even busier than usual since the Trouts returned。 The discovery of a white goddess by two NUMA scientists and their dramatic escape from bloodthirsty savages was the stuff of an adventure movie。 After CNN released the story a number of journalists had tracked down the Trouts。 Enterprising reporters and photographers from the Washington Post； the New York Times； the national television networks； and a handful of disreputable supermarket tabloids had gathered outside their door。
Gamay and Paul took turns politely telling them that they were trying to catch up on their rest and would answer all questions at a press conference to be given the next day at NUMA headquarters。 They referred inquiries to the NUMA press section。 The photographers took pictures of the house； and the TV people gave reports with its facade as a backdrop。 Eventually the river of attention dribbled to nothing。 The same news coverage that had fascinated people around the world drew interest from more malignant sources。
Paul was in his second…floor office typing a summary of their experiences into a report for NUMA。 In the downstairs study Francesca and Gamay discussed how to put the desalting project back on track as quickly as possible。 After Francesca announced that she had delayed her return to Sao Paulo the Trouts had offered her a haven from the hordes of media attention。 When the doorbell rang Gamay sighed heavily。 It was her turn to answer the summons from the fourth estate。 The TV crews were the most persistent； and as Gamay expected she was greeted at the door by a reporter with note book in hand and a cameraman with his Steadicam balanced on a shoulder。 A third man carried a flood lamp and a metal suitcase。
Gamay resisted her first urge； which was to tell these characters to buzz off。 Instead she forced a smile and said； 〃You evidently haven't heard about the press conference tomorrow morning。〃
〃Excuse please；〃 said the reporter。 〃No one tell us about conference。〃
That's funny； Gamay thought。 The public affairs people at NUMA were well plugged into the press scene。 They were well respected by reporters for being up front with the amazing stories that came out of NUMA。 This guy in the ill…fitting suit was nothing like any of the coiffed pretty boys who read the news。 He was short and stocky； his hair cut down to the scalp。 Al though he was grinning； his face was feral and thuggish。 Besides； since when had the networks been hiring news readers with thick eastern European accents？ She looked past him； expecting to see a TV truck with disk antennas sprouting from the roof； but saw only a city work van。
〃Sorry；〃 she said； and went to close the door。
The grin disappeared； and he shoved his foot in。 Startled at first by the move； Gamay quickly recovered from her surprise。 She put her weight against the door until the man winced with pain。 She drew her elbow back； preparing to stiff…arm the intruder in the face with the palm of her hand； but the other two men lunged forward and threw their shoulders against the door。 She was knocked aside and went down on one knee。 She quickly regained her footing。 By then it was too late to run or fight。 She was looking down the barrel of a pistol in the hand of the so…called reporter。 The cameraman had put his video gear aside。 He came over and grabbed her by the neck until she could barely breathe。 Then he slammed her up against the wall so hard that a nineteenth…century gilded mirror crashed to the floor。
Anger surged in Gamay's breast。 The mirror had cost weeks of hunting and thousands of dollars。 She put her fear aside and brought her knee up into the man's crotch。 The grip on her throat loosened for a second before he came at her again with a killer's gleam in his eyes。 She braced herself； but the reporter yelled something and the attacker retreated。 He drew his finger across his Adam's apple in an unmistakable gesture。 Gamay glared at him； which was all she could do； but the significance of his sign language was not lost on her。 She knew instinctively that he'd slit her throat in an instant。
Her instincts were right on the mark。 Although the Kradziks preferred to work on their own； from time to time they needed help from some old patriots。 When Brynhild Sigurd had eased the exit of the Kradzik brothers from Bosnia； they had insisted that she do the same for ten of the most loyal and cold…blooded of their followers。 Together they called themselves the Dirty Dozen； after the American movie of the same name。 But this group made the movie misfits look like Cub Scouts。 Collectively they had been responsible for the death； maiming； torture； and rape of hundreds of innocent victims。 The men were scattered around the world； but could be assigned to an assassination or called in for an operation within hours。 Since going to work for Gogstad they had approached their work with unbridled enthusiasm。
Francesca had heard the mirror crash and e from the study into the narrow front hall。 The man in the suit barked a mand； and before Francesca could make a move she was seized and shoved against the wall next to Gamay。 The man who had been carrying the suitcase popped it open and drew out two Czech…made Skorpion machine pistols。 The phony reporter opened the front door； and a moment later another man stepped inside。 Gamay's first thought was that he looked like an over grown troll。 Although the day was warm he wore a long black leather jacket over a black turtleneck and slacks and a black military…style cap on his head。
He surveyed the situation and said something to the others that must have pleased them because they leered in response。 Gamay had been around the world for her work； and she guessed that the language he spoke was Serbo…Croatian。 He barked an order； and one of the men armed with a Skorpion moved down the hallway； the folding wire butt tight against his biceps。 The man peered cautiously into the rooms leading off the hallway； which went to the back of the house； then continued on。 His rade climbed the stairs that led from the first level to the second floor。
The leather…clad