Diamonds Galore - REVIEWS
A first rate story which will keep the reader tuning the pages until the very end and leaves them wanting more.
Art Giberson Author of STANDOFF IN THE CARIBBEAN
At eleven in the morning, two tall Caucasian, well dressed gentlemen walked in to the SWISS GOLD AND DIAMONDS store and when approached by "Gold fingers" announced with a thick East European accent "You are Mr. Samlon Mehinin, correct.?"
"Yes ... ,"" "Come with us., please." "No, no! I can 't leave. I have to work and ... " "You called the Russian embassy, correct?" "Yes, and .... " "Come!" Each man grabbed "Goldfinger's" arms and started turning him toward the door.
'No, I can't ... " A pistol barrel under his nose, changed his tune some and he became more humble than defiant. "I manage the store ...
" The two thugs increased the pressure on his arms and gently, but surely moved him toward the door.
"Don't make a fuss . There's a car out front and we'll bring you back, so let's be gentlemen about this."
One of them opened the door and they steered hi m towards a large Mercedes, double-parked while a third man, a rather old one, was holding the rear door with a welcoming grin on his face. He bowed ever so slightly as the Indian man with all his gold teeth was shoved into the back seat. Without a word , the other two Ruskies entered the front seats while the older man settled in next to the shook-up Indian.
Noiselessly, the sedan slipped into the traffic and eased up to the local speed limit.
"Where are you taking me? What have I done?" He was shaking like a leaf.
"Patience is a great virtue." The man next to him said. " Yes, but, I am helping you and I called ... " "We know, we know. Now SHUT UP!"