Thursday, July 18, 2019

Digital Fortress Chapter 26

Sitting on the bench across from the public clinic, Becker wondered what he was suppose to do now. His c all(prenominal)s to the escort agencies had dark up nothing. The commander, uneasy about communion over unsecured public ph wizs, had asked David not to call again until he had the ring. Becker considered red ink to the local police for help-maybe they had a demean of a red-headed hooker-but Strathmore had given strict orders about that too. You are invisible. No one is to get by this ring exists.Becker wondered if he was supposed to hurl the drugged-out district of Triana in search of this closed book woman. Or maybe he was supposed to check all the restaurants for an obese German. Everything seemed corresponding a waste of time.Strathmores words unplowed coming choke Its a field of national security you must ascertain that ring.A persona in the back of Beckers head told him hed missed something-something crucial-but for the life of him, he couldnt think what it wou ld be. Im a teacher, not a damned secret agent He was beginning to wonder why Strathmore hadnt displace a professional. Becker stood up and walked aimlessly mickle Calle Delicias pondering his options. The cobblestone sidewalk blur beneath his gaze. Night was falling fast.Dewdrop. at that place was something about that absurd name that nagged at the back of his mind. Dewdrop. The slick voice of Senor Roldan at Escortes Belen was on endless loop in his head. We only have two redheads twain redheads, Inmaculada and Rocio Rocio RocioBecker stopped short. He suddenly knew. And I call myself a linguistic communication specialist? He couldnt believe hed missed it.Rocio was one of the most popular girls names in Spain. It carried all the right implications for a new-fashioned Catholic girl-purity, virginity, natural beauty. The connotations of purity all stemmed from the names literal meaning-Drop of DewThe old Canadians voice rang in Beckers ears. Dewdrop. Rocio had translated her name to the only language she and her client had in common-English. Excited, Becker hurried away to find a phone.Across the street, a man in wire-rim glasses followed precisely out of sight.

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