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Julia gripped the Colt automatic but made no effort to remove the safety or aim it。 She balked at accepting Pitt's assertion that their lives were in jeopardy。 That their bodyguards had turned on them seemed too incredible to believe。
〃Why me？〃 Pitt moaned as he careened the monster around Mount Vernon Square； the big tires howling in protest； heads turning on the sidewalks； people staring incredulously。 〃Would you believe this is the second time in a year a pretty girl and I had to escape sharks who chased us over the streets of Washington？〃
She stared at him。 〃This happened to you before？〃 〃On that occasion I was driving a sports car and had a much easier time of it。〃
Pitt aimed the polished hood ornament on the radiator cap down New Jersey Avenue before hammering a right turn onto First Street and accelerating toward the nation's Capitol and its Mall。 Cars that got in his way； he frightened aside with warning blasts from the big twin horns mounted beneath the massive headlights。 He spun the thick rim of the steering wheel violently as they raced between the traffic on the crowded street。
The vans were still on his tail。 Because of their faster acceleration； they had closed until their reflections loomed in the rearview mirror atop the center of the windshield。 Although the Duesenberg could outpull them if given a long enough straight stretch； it was not a car that would set records at a drag strip。 Pitt had yet to shift from second to third； and the gears wailed like a banshee。
The giant engine with its twin overhead cams turned effortlessly at high rpms。 The traffic on the street ahead thinned； and Pitt was able to push the Duesenberg as hard as she could go。 He slewed the car into the circle around the Peace Monument behind the Capitol building。 Then another quick twist of the steering wheel and the Duesy drifted on all four wheels around the Garfield Monument； skirted the Reflecting Pool and shot down Maryland Avenue toward the Air & Space Museum。
From behind them； over the exhaust roar of the Duesenberg； they heard a brief staccato of gunfire。 The mirror attached to the top of the spare…tire cover mounted in the left front fender abruptly disintegrated。 The shooter quickly adjusted and a stream of bullets shredded the top frame of the windshield； shattering the glass； which showered across the hood of the car。 Pitt slipped down low behind the wheel； his right hand grabbing Julia by the hair and yanking her horizontal on the leather seat。
〃That concludes the entertainment part of the program；〃 muttered Pitt。 〃No more chicken…hearted maneuvers。〃
〃Oh； God； you were right！〃 Julia shouted in his ear。 〃They are out to kill us。〃
〃I'm going to make a straight run so you can return their fire。〃
〃Not in traffic； not on these streets；〃 she retorted。 〃I couldn't live with myself if I hit an innocent child。〃
Her reply was a frenzied sideways motion as the car rocketed across Third Street。 Instead of turning with the traffic； Pitt cut across the pavement and sent the Duesenberg leaping over the curb onto the grass of the Capitol Mall。 The big 750…by…17…inch tires took the raised concrete as casually as a minor speed bump。 Sod was ripped out of the ground by the spinning rear wheels and sprayed out and under the rear fenders like shrapnel。
Julia did what any sane woman would do under the same circumstances。 She screamed and then cried out； 〃You can't drive down the middle of the Mall！〃
〃I damned well can and will so long as we live to tell about it！〃 Pitt shot back。
His seemingly crazy and totally unexpected maneuver had the desired results。 The driver of the lead van tenaciously chased the Duesenberg over the curb onto the grassy Mall； and Wew all four tires in the attempt。 They struck the concrete barrier with such force that they exploded in a rapid series of loud pops。 The much smaller； more modern tires on the vans could not jump over the curb with the ease of the Duesenberg's big doughnuts。
The second van's driver elected for discretion； checked his speed in time； braked and slowly drove over the curb without damaging his tires。 The men in the first van…there were two …frantically abandoned their vehicle and flung themselves through the open side door of the second one。 Then they all stubbornly took up the chase again； pursuing the Duesenberg across the middle of the Mall to the astonishment of hundreds of onlookers who were heading for home after an open…air Marine Corps band conceit at the Navy Memorial。 The shocked expression on their faces ranged from frozen inprehension to stunned astonishment at seeing the huge car with the artistically flowing lines tearing across the Mall between the National Ak & Space Museum and the National Gallery of Art。 Groups of people strolling or jogging along the Mall's paths were suddenly galvanized into chasing the speeding vehicles on foot； certain they were about to witness an accident。
The Duesenberg was still accelerating with Pitt's foot flat on the gas pedal。 The long car flared as it tore across Seventh Street； skidding around passing cars； Pitt righting the wheel with grim tenacity。 The mammoth car was incredibly responsive。 The faster the speed； the more solid the feeling of stability。 All he had to do was point the car where he wanted to go； and she went。 He breathed a brief sigh of relief at seeing no cross…traffic on Fourteenth Street； the next thoroughfare across the Mall。 The sidemount mirror and the rearview mirror on the windshield had both been blown to pieces by the earlier burst of gunfire； and he could not spare a brief glance to see if the pursuing van was closing within accurate firing range again。
〃Take a peek over the seat and see how close they are；〃 he yelled to Julia。
She had thumbed off the side safety on the Colt and had it aimed over the backrest of the seat。 〃They slowed when bouncing over the curbs on the last two cross streets；〃 she answered； 〃but they're gaining。 I can almost see the whites of the driver's eyes。〃
〃Then you can begin shooting back。〃
〃This isn't the wilderness around Orion River。 There are pedestrians all over the Mall。 I can't risk striking anyone with a stray shot。〃
〃Then wait until you can't miss。〃
The men firing out the sides of the van were not as considerate。 They unleashed another burst at the Duesenberg； drilling the big trunk mounted on the rear of the body； the thuds of the bullets mingling with the pulsing bursts erupting from the guns' muzzles。 Pitt wrenched desperately on the wheel； dodging the fusillade that whistled past the right side of the car。
〃Those guys don't have your sensitivity toward others；〃 he said； thankful that he had managed to swerve around any car that crossed his path without accident。
Wishing he had a magic wand to stop the traffic； he hurtled across Fifteenth Street； narrowly missing a newspaper truck and throwing the Duesenberg into a four…wheel slide to avoid a black Ford Crown Victoria sedan； which had replaced most of the government limousines。 Fleetingly； he wondered what government VIP was riding inside。 He felt a small surge of fort at knowing the van had to drop back to negotiate the curbs。
The towering Washington Monument rose in front of the car's path。 Pitt guided the car around the floodlit obelisk and sped down the slight slope on the opposite side。 Julia was still unable to get a clear shot as Pitt concentrated on getting the Duesenberg past the Monument without losing control on the slippery grass。 And then they were heading toward the Lincoln Memorial at the end of the Mall。
Seconds later he came to Seventeenth Street。 Thankfully； there was a slot in the middle of the traffic and he shot toward the other side without endangering passing cars。 Despite the violent chase through the avenues of Washington and across the Mall； he saw no flashing red lights nor heard sirens from pursuing police cars。 If he had attempted the mad ride across the Mall on any other occasion； he'd have been stopped and arrested for reckless driving within the first hundred yards。
Pitt had a short breathing spell as they roared between the Reflecting Pool and Constitution Gardens。 Almost directly ahead loomed the brilliantly illuminated Lincoln Memorial and the Potomac River beyond。 He turned and looked over his shoulder at the van； which was corning up fast on the Duesen…berg again。 The van's twin headlights were so close he could have read a newspaper under them。 The contest was too uneven。 Despite the Duesenberg being a magnificent automobile by which all others were measured； it was a case of a big…game hunter in a bush vehicle chasing an elephant。 He knew that they knew he was running out of space。 If he cut and swung right toward Constitution Avenue； they could easily cut him off。 To his left the long Reflecting Pool stretched almost to the great white marble Memorial。 The water barrier looked impassable。 Or was it？
He roughly pushed Julia off the seat onto the floor。 〃Keep down and hold on tight！〃
〃What are you going to do？〃
〃We're going boating。〃
〃You're not only deranged； you've gone berserk。〃
〃A rare bination；〃 Pitt said calmly。 His features were fixed in concentration；
