From the moment Pier had seen the news broadcast about Robert Bellamy, she had known she was going to be rich. If Interpol, the international

criminal police force, was looking for Robert, there had to be a huge reward out for him. And she was the only one who knew where he was! The

reward would be all hers. Persuading him to go to Naples, where she could keep an eye on him, had been a stroke of genius.

A man’s voice on the telephone said, “Interpol. May I help you?”

Pier’s heart was pounding. She glanced out of the window to make sure Robert was still at the gas pump. “Yes. You are looking for a man named

Commander Robert Bellamy, yes?”

There was a moment of silence. “Who is calling, please?”

“Never mind. Are you after him or not?”

“I’ll have to transfer you to someone else. Will you hold the line, please?” He turned to his assistant. “Put a trace on this. Pronto!”

Thirty seconds later, Pier was speaking with a senior official. “Yes, signora. Can I help you?”

No, you fool. I’m trying