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The Cold War's boiling over. Global tensions are near the breaking point. So what's the perfect assignment for a super-spy who hasn't slept since the Korean conflict? A fun-filled trip to the Montreal World's Fair! The adorable little girl he's escorting - who, under different circumstances, would be sitting on the Lithuanian throne - can hardly contain her excitement, but it isn't all playtime for Evan Tanner. Some mysterious disappearances, apparently linked to the fair's Cuban exhibition, need to be looked into. Keeping his mind on business, however, won't be easy after an insatiable lovely in a tiger skin falls into Tanner's arms, and a mother lode of dangerous drugs falls into his lap. But the biggest, deadliest surprise is the terrorist plot Tanner's tumbling into, and he'll have to think and act quickly to prevent the visiting queen of England from being blown to smithereens.
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Tanner's Tiger
Tanner's Tiger
The fifth book in the Evan Tanner series
This one's for
SPIDER ROBINSON,
and it's about time
Chapter 1
Our flight left Kennedy at 8:25 on an unusually unpleasant Tuesday night in a generally horrible August. For the past two weeks the people who are supposed to know about such things had been forecasting rain to be followed by a break in the heat. The rain had held off and the heat had prevailed until the weather people appeared to be participants in some sort of meteorological martingale system, resolutely doubling their bets on the Rain and Cooler line while Hot and Clear turned up day after dismal day. If they didn't hit soon, they would run out of chips. Meanwhile, we were running out of New York.
Not literally running, of course. Flying. Although, after we boarded the big 727 and fastened our seat belts and listened to the little illustrated sermon about proper use of oxygen masks, it appeared as though we were neither running nor flying from New York to Montreal. Instead, it looked as if we were going to drive there.
The plane taxied to and fro, to and fro. The pilot put many miles on the aircraft without yet leaving the ground. Minna squeezed my hand. I looked down at her and she pouted up at me.
"You promised we would fly," she said.
"We will. Be patient."
"Is this really an airplane?"
"Of course."
"It does not behave like one."
Minna had flown once before, on a Russian experimental jet fighter-bomber that we had hijacked from a missile base in Estonia. That time we had taken off vertically, and I could understand how our little promenade on the runway might be a letdown for her. I assured her that the 727 was really a plane and that it would soon behave in a planelike manner. I don't think she believed me.
After another fifteen minutes of driving, the pilot introduced himself apologetically over the intercom. I thought he was going to tell us that there was a bomb on the plane or that Montreal had been closed for the season. He explained, anticlimactically, I thought, that there were still six planes ahead of us, that we would get assigned to a runway sooner or later, and that he thanked us for our patience.
Minna said something unforgivable in Lithuanian.
"Watch it," I said.
"But no one can understand me, Evan."
"That's the point." I patted her little hand. "Don't speak anything but English until we get into Canada. Remember, you're an American citizen, you were born in New York, your name is Minna Tanner, and you speak only English."
"All right. The pilot is a-"
"Proper English."
"-nice man."
She is not an American citizen, she was not born in New York, her name is not Minna Tanner, and I'm not entirely certain how many languages she speaks. She is fluent in Lithuanian, Lettish, English, and Puerto Rican Spanish, and has accumulated bits and pieces of many other languages from the books and records and occasional guests in my apartment, where I live and she reigns. She is the sole surviving descendant of Mind-augas, who in his turn was the sole king of independent Lithuania some seven centuries ago.
When I first met her, she was living in a cheerless basement room in the Lithuanian Soviet Socialist Republic, tended by a pair of addled old maids who awaited the day when she could be installed as Lithuania 's queen. I took her away from all that, and now she plays queen in my somewhat less cheerless apartment on West 107th Street. From time to time I threaten to send her to school or to have her adopted by some happy little couple with a happy little house out in a happy little suburb. She and I both know that this will never happen - she's too much fun to have around. Ever since Kitty Bazerian's grandmother taught her how to make Armenian coffee, she has become utterly indispensable.
"How long will we be on this plane, Evan?"
"The flight takes an hour. If we ever get off the ground."
"And then we will be in Montreal?"
"Yes. And our luggage will be in Buenos Aires."
" Buenos Aires?"
"I never trust airlines. I'm joking. We'll be in Montreal when the plane lands, yes."
"Can we go to Expo tonight?"
"It'll be too late."
"I'm not tired, Evan."
"You'll be tired by the time we get to the hotel."
"I won't. I'm hardly ever tired, Evan. Like you, I need very little sleep. Hardly any sleep at all."
I looked at her. Minna averages ten hours of sleep in twenty-four, which is a fairly healthy average. I sleep not at all, having lost the habit forever when a shard of North Korean shrapnel performed random brain surgery and knocked out something called the sleep center. I have been awake ever since. My disability pay is $112 per month, and I don't have to spend a cent of it on pajamas.
"If we went to Expo tonight," Minna said carefully, "I could sleep late tomorrow. I wouldn't want you to have to postpone your visit to Expo just because of me. I would be willing to stay up late tonight and sleep tomorrow."
"That's very thoughtful of you."
"It's nothing."
"Last Saturday you were equally selfless. You volunteered to accompany Sonya to the children's zoo."
"She wanted to see it, Evan. And adults are not permitted unless they are accompanied by children. I thought to do her a favor."
She has worked the children's zoo con on every woman I've ever brought to the apartment. "If you want," I said, "we'll go to Expo tonight."
"I only wish to be fair with you. Oh, I think it is an airplane after all!"
And so it was. We had clearance at last, and the big jet roared down the runway and took off. I sat back in my seat while Minna pressed her face to the window, watching the ground fall away from us.
Once it was off the ground, the plane behaved superbly. I had a drink and Minna had a glass of milk, and by the time we were finished the pilot was once again on the intercom, mumbling something about fastening our seat belts for the descent to Duval Airport. Since we hadn't unfastened them, this was no problem. The landing was smooth. The plane taxied to a stop and we left it.
We followed the crowd into the airport and queued up for the luggage. The bags came spilling down a ramp onto a circular baggage rack that rotated. I missed our suitcase the first time around and waited until it made its way to us a second time. We got into another line that led past a desk where an attendant with a French accent sent Canadians to the left and Americans to the right. We went to the right. There were three lines, and we picked the shortest one.
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