Honour Among Thieves

hit him. Looking out of the side window, Cavalli began to scan the crowd once again. 'Lights!' screamed the director, and Pennsylvania Avenue lit up like Christmas Eve at Macy's. 'OK, everybody, we're going to shoot in sixty seconds.' The limousines and motorcycles switched on their engines and began revving up. The extras strolled up and down while the police continued to divert commuters away from the scene. The director leaned back over his chair to check the lights and see if the seventh in line was working. 'Thirty seconds.' Johnny looked at the driver of the first car and said through the megaphone, 'Don't forget to take it easy. My tracking dolly can only manage ten miles an hour going backwards. And walkers,' ~ the director checked up and down the pavement - 'please look as if you're walking, not auditioning for Hamlet.' The director turned his attention to the crowd. "Now, don't let me down behind the barriers. Clap, cheer iand wave, and please remember we're going to do the whole exercise again in about twenty minutes, so stick around if you possibly can. 'Fifteen seconds,' said the director as he swung back to face the first car in line. 'Good luck, everybody.' Tony stared at Scasiatore, willing him to get on with it. They were now eight minutes late - which with this particular President, he had to admit, added an air of authenticity. 'Ten seconds. Rolling. Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one - action!' The woman pushing the laundry basket down the corridor ignored the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on Room 1137 and walked straight in. A rather overweight man, sweating profusely, was seated on the edge of the bed. He was jabbing out some numbers on the phone when he looked round and saw her. 'Get out, you dumb bitch,' he said, and turned back to concentrate on redialling the numbers. In three silent paces she was behind him. He turned a second time just as she leaned over, took the phone cord in both hands and pulled it round his neck. He raised an arm to protest as she flicked her wrists in one sharp movement. He slumped forward and fell off the bed onto the carpet, just as the voice on the phone said, 'Thank you for using AT & T.' She realised that she shouldn't have used the phone cord. Most unprofessional - but nobody called her a dumb bitch. She replaced the phone on the hook and bent down, deftly hoisting the Special Assistant to the President onto her shoulder. She dropped him into the laundry basket. No one would have believed such a frail woman could have lifted such a heavy weight. In truth the only use she had ever made of a degree in physics was to apply the principles of fulcrums, pivots and levers to her chosen profession. She opened the door and checked the passageway. At this hour it was unlikely there'd be many people around. She wheeled the basket down the corridor until she reached the housekeepers' elevator, faced the wall and waited patiently. When the lift arrived she pressed the button that would take her to the garage. When the lift came to a halt on the lower ground floor she wheeled the basket out and over to the back of a Honda Accord, the second-most popular car in America. Shielded by a pillar, she quickly transferred the Special Assistant from the basket into the boot of the car. She then wheeled the basket back to the lift, took off her baggy black uniform, dropped it into the laundry basket, removed her carrier bag with the long cord handle and despatched the laundry basket to the twenty-fifth floor. She straightened up her Laura Ashley dress before climbing into the car and placing her carrier bag under the front seat. She drove out of the car park onto F Street, and had only travelled a short distance before she was stopped by a traffic cop. She wound the window down. 'Follow the diversion sign,' he said, without even looking at her. She glanced at the clock on her dashboard. It was 10.07. AS THE LEAD POLICE CAR moved slowly away from the kerb, the director's tracking dolly began running backwards at the same pace along its rails. The crowds behind the barriers started to cheer and wave. If they had been making a real film the director would have called 'Cut' after twenty seconds because that fool of a coordinating officer was still standing in the middle of the road, hands on hips, oblivious to the fact that he wasn't the star of the movie. Cavalli didn't notice the officer as he concentrated on the road ahead of him. He phoned through to Andy, who he knew would