Rage of Angels by Sidney Sheldon

A few moments later Michael reached for the telephone and dialed a number. He spoke into the phone for several minutes.

“I don’t care how high the bail is. I want her out now.”

He replaced the receiver and pressed a button on his desk. Gino Gallo came in.

“Jennifer Parker’s at Riker’s Island. She should be sprung in an hour or two. Pick her up and bring her here.”

“Right, boss.”

Michael leaned back in his chair. “Tell her we won’t have to worry about Adam Warner after today.”

Gino Gallo’s face brightened. “No?”

“No. He’s on his way to deliver a speech, but he’ll never get there. He’s going to have an accident at the bridge at New Canaan.”

Gino Gallo smiled. “That’s great, boss.”

Michael gestured toward the door. “Move.”

 

 

District Attorney Di Silva fought Jennifer’s bail with every stratagem at his command. They were appearing before William Bennett, a judge of the Supreme Court of New York.

“Your Honor,” Robert Di Silva said, “the defendant is charged with a dozen counts of felony. We had to extradite her from Singapore. If she’s granted bail, she’ll flee to someplace where there is no extradition. I ask that Your Honor deny bail.”

John Lester, a former judge who was representing Jennifer, said, “The District Attorney is guilty of gross distortion, Your Honor. My client did not flee anywhere. She was in Singapore on business. If the government had asked her to return she would have done so voluntarily. She’s a reputable attorney with a large practice here. It would be inconceivable that she would run away.”

The arguments went on for more than thirty minutes.

At the end of that time, Judge Bennett said, “Bail is granted in the sum of five hundred thousand dollars.”

“Thank you, Your Honor,” Jennifer’s attorney said. “We’ll pay the bail.”

 

 

Fifteen minutes later, Gino Gallo was helping Jennifer into the back of a Mercedes limousine.

“That didn’t take long,” he said.

Jennifer did not reply. Her mind was on what was happening. She had been completely isolated in Singapore. She had no idea of what had been going on in the United States, but she was certain that her arrest was not an unrelated incident. They would not be after her alone. She badly needed to talk to Michael and find out what had been happening. Di Silva had to be very sure of himself to have had her brought back on a murder charge. He—

Gino Gallo said two words that caught Jennifer’s attention.

“…Adam Warner…”

Jennifer had not been listening.

“What did you say?”

“I said we won’t have to worry about Adam Warner no more. Mike is havin’ him took care of.”

Jennifer could feel her heart begin to pound. “He is? When?”

Gino Gallo raised his hand from the wheel to glance at his watch. “In about fifteen minutes. It’s set up to look like an accident.”

Jennifer’s mouth was suddenly dry. “Where—” She could not get the words out. “Where—where is it going to happen?”

“New Canaan. The bridge.”

They were passing through Queens. Ahead was a shopping center with a pharmacy.

“Gino, will you pull up in front of that drugstore? I have to get something.”

“Sure.” He skillfully turned the wheel and swung into the entrance to the shopping center. “Can I help you?”

“No, no. I’ll—I’ll only be a minute.”

Jennifer got out of the car and hurried inside, nerves screaming. There was a telephone booth at the back of the store. Jennifer reached into her purse. She had no change except for some Singapore coins. She hurried over to the cashier and pulled out a dollar.

“Could I have change, please?”

The bored cashier took Jennifer’s money and gave her a handful of silver. Jennifer dashed back to the telephone. A stout woman was picking up the receiver and dialing.

Jennifer said, “I have an emergency. I wonder if I could—”

The woman glared at her and kept dialing.

“Hello, Hazel,” the woman whooped. “My horoscope was right. I’ve had the worst day! You know the shoes I was going to pick up at Delman’s? Would you believe they sold the only pair they had in my size?”