“That’s the president of Portugal and his wife and two children. When they speak, it’s going to be in Portuguese, but you’ll hear it in English. I have dozens of nano-cameras and microphones set up in the palace. The president doesn’t know it, but his head security guard works for me.”
An aide was saying to the president, “At eleven o’clock this morning, you have a meeting at the embassy, followed by a labor union speech. At one P.M., luncheon at the museum. This evening, we’re having a state reception for—”
The phone rang at the breakfast table. The president picked it up. “Hello.”
Then Tanner’s voice, instantaneously translated from English to Portuguese as he spoke, said “Mr. President?”
The president looked startled. “Who is this?” he asked as his voice was immediately translated from Portuguese to English for Tanner.
“I’m a friend.”
“Who—how did you get my private number?”
“That’s not important. I want you to listen very carefully. I love your country, and I would not want to see it destroyed. If you don’t want terrible storms to wipe it off the map, you must send me two billion dollars in gold. If you’re not interested now, I’ll call you back in three days.”
On the screen, they watched the president slam the phone down. He said to his wife, “Some crazy man got my phone number. Sounds like he escaped from an asylum.”
Tanner turned to Pauline. “That was recorded three days ago. Now let me show you the conversation we had yesterday.”
A picture of the massive pink palace and its beautiful gardens flashed on again, but this time heavy rains were pouring down, and the sky was ablaze with thunder and lightning.
Tanner pressed a button, and the scene on television moved into the president’s office. He was seated at a conference table, with half a dozen assistants all talking at once. The president’s face was grim.
The telephone on his desk rang.
“Now.” Tanner grinned.
The president picked up the telephone apprehensively. “Hello.”
“Good morning, Mr. President. How—?”
“You are destroying my country! You have ruined the crops. The fields are flooded. The villages are being—” He stopped and took a deep breath. “How long is this going to go on?” There was hysteria in the president’s voice.
“Until I receive the two billion dollars.”
They watched the president grit his teeth and close his eyes for a moment. “And you will stop the storms, then?”
“Yes.”
“How do you want the money delivered?”
“You see how easy it is, Princess? We already have the money. Let me show you what else Prima can do. These are our earlier tests.”
Tanner pressed another button and a picture of a raging hurricane appeared on the screen. “This is taking place in Japan,” Tanner said. “Real time. And this season for them is always calm weather.”
He pressed a different button and pictures of a violent hailstorm appeared, battering a grove of citrus fruit. “This is live from Florida. The temperature there now is near zero—in June. The crops are being wiped out.”
He activated another button, and on the giant screen was a scene of a tornado tearing down buildings. “This is what’s happening in Brazil. As you see,” Tanner said proudly, “Prima can do anything.”
Pauline moved closer to him and said softly, “Like its papa.”
Tanner turned off the television set. He picked up three DVDs and showed them to her. “These are three interesting conversations that I had with Peru, Mexico, and Italy. Do you know how the gold is delivered? We send trucks to their banks and they fill them. And then there’s Catch Twenty-two. If they make any attempt to find out where the gold is going, I promise them that the storm will begin again and never stop.”
Pauline looked at him, worried. “Tanner, is there any way they can trace your calls?”
Tanner laughed. “I hope they do. If someone tries to trace them, they’ll reach a relay in a church, then a second relay takes them to a school. The third relay will set up storms they’ll wish they had never seen. And the fourth time it ends up at the Oval Office of the White House.”
Pauline laughed.
The door opened and Andrew walked in.
Tanner turned. “Ah. Here’s my dear brother.”
Andrew was staring at Pauline, a puzzled expression on his face. “Don’t I know you?” He looked at her for almost a minute as he concentrated, and then his face lit up. “You—you and Tanner were—going to get married. I was the best man. You’re—you’re Princess.”
Pauline said, “Very good, Andrew.”
“But you—you went away. You didn’t love Tanner.”
Tanner spoke up. “Let me straighten you out. She went away because she did love me.” He took Pauline’s hand. “She telephoned me the day after her wedding. She married a very rich, influential man so she could use her husband’s influence to get important clients for KIG. That’s why we were able to grow so fast.” Tanner gave Pauline a hug. “We arranged to meet secretly every month.” He said proudly, “And then she got interested in politics and became a senator.”
Andrew frowned. “But—but Sebastiana—Sebastiana—”
“Sebastiana Cortez.” Tanner laughed. “She was a decoy, to throw people off the track. I made sure that everyone at the office knew about her. Princess and I couldn’t afford to let anyone become suspicious.”
Andrew said vaguely, “Oh, I see.”
“Come over here, Andrew.” Tanner led him to the control center. They stood in front of Prima.
Tanner said, “Do you remember this? You helped develop it. Now it’s finished.”
Andrew’s eyes widened. “Prima…”
Tanner pointed to a button and said, “Yes. Weather control.” He pointed to another button. “Location.” He looked at his brother. “See how simple we made it?”
Andrew said, under his breath, “I remember…”
Tanner turned to Pauline. “This is only the beginning, Princess.” Tanner took her in his arms. “I’m researching thirty more countries. You got what you wanted. Power and money.”
Pauline said happily, “A computer like that could be worth—”
“Two computers like that,” Tanner said. “I have a surprise for you. Have you ever heard of Tamoa Island, in the South Pacific?”
“No.”
“We just bought it. It’s sixty square miles and unbelievably beautiful. It’s in the French Polynesian islands, and it has a landing strip and a yacht harbor. It has everything, including”—he paused dramatically—“Prima II.”
Pauline said, “You mean there’s another—?”
Tanner nodded. “That’s right. It’s underground, where no one can ever find it. Now that those two nosy bitches are finally out of the way, the world is ours.”
Chapter 43
KELLY WAS THE first to open her eyes. She was lying on her back, naked, on the bare floor of a concrete basement, her hands handcuffed to eight-inch chains fastened to the wall, just above the floor. There was a small, barred window at the far end of the room, and a heavy door leading into the room.
Kelly turned to see Diane next to her, also naked and handcuffed. Their clothing had been thrown into a corner.
Diane said groggily, “Where are we?”
“We’re in hell, partner.”
Kelly tested the handcuffs. They were tight and firm around her wrists. She could lift her arm four or five inches, but that was it. “We walked right into their trap,” she said bitterly.
“You know what I hate most about this?”
Kelly looked around the bare room and said, “I can’t imagine.”
“They won. We know why they killed our husbands, and why they’re going to kill us, but there’s no way we can ever tell the world. They’ve gotten away with it. Kingsley was right. Our luck has finally run out.”
“No, it hasn’t.” The door had opened, and Harry Flint was standing in the room. His smile widened. He locked the door behind him and put the key in his pocket. “I shot you with Xylocaine bullets. I was supposed to kill you, but I thought we’d all have a little fun first.” He moved closer.
The two women exchanged a terrified look. They watched Flint, grinning, take off his shirt and trousers. “Look what I have for you,” he said. He dropped his shorts. His member was stiff and turgid. Flint looked at the two of them and moved toward Diane. “Why don’t I start with you, baby, and then—”
Kelly interrupted. “Wait a minute, handsome. How about taking me first? I feel horny.”
Diane looked at her, stunned. “Kelly—”
Flint turned to Kelly and smirked. “Sure, baby. You’re going to love this.”
Flint reached down and started to stretch out on top of Kelly’s naked body.
“Oh, yes.” Kelly moaned. “I’ve really missed this.”
Diane had closed her eyes. She could not bear to watch.
Kelly stretched her legs apart, and as Flint started to enter her, Kelly raised her right arm a few inches and reached into her upswept hairdo. When her hand came down, there was a rat-tailed comb with a steel tip five inches long in it. In one quick motion, she slammed the steel tail into the back of Harry Flint’s neck, pushing its steel tip all the way through.