"Ludlum, Robert - The Cry Of The Halidon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ludlum Robert)

PORT ANTONIO, JAMAICA

The white sheet of ocean spray burst up from the coral rock and appeared
suspended, the pitch-blue waters of the Caribbean serving as a backdrop.
The spray cascaded forward and downward and asserted itself over
thousands of tiny, sharp, ragged crevices that were the coral overlay.
It became ocean again, at one with its source.

Timothy Durell walked out on the far edge of the huge free-form pool
deck, imposed over the surrounding coral, and watched the increasing
combat between water and rock.

This isolated section of the Jamaican north coast was a compromise
between man and natural phenomenon. Trident Villas were built on top of
a coral sheet, surrounded by it on three sides, with a single drive that
led to the roads in front.

The villas were miniature replicas of their names; guest houses that
fronted the sea and the fields of coral. Each an entity in itself, each
isolated from the others, as the entire resort complex was isolated from
the adjoining territory of Port Antonio.

Durell was the young English manager of Trident Villas, a graduate of
London's College of Hotel Management, with a series of letters after his
name indicating more knowledge and experience than his youthful
appearance would seem to support. But Durell was good; he knew it, the
Trident's owners knew it. He never stopped looking for the
unexpected-that, along with routine smoothness, was the essence of
superior management.

He had found the unexpected now. And it troubled him.

It was a mathematical impossibility. Or, if not impossible, certainly
improbable in the extreme.

It simply did not make sense.

"Mr. Durell?"

He turned. His Jamaican secretary, her brown skin and features
bespeaking the age-old coalition of Africa and Empire, had walked out on
the deck with a message.

"Yes?"

"Lufthansa flight sixteen from Munich will be late getting into
Montego."

"That's the Keppler reservation, isn't it?"