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JFK AIRPORT
NEW YORK

ND
WEDNESDAY APRIL 22 1998

I held the handset over my left ear and put my hand in my pocket to remove a dime for the phone. .
At the same time, I pressed send on my mobile. I pulled my hat further down over my ears to hide
the wire from my earpiece and listened for three rings. I put my hand back into my pocket and
pressed resend.

I waited for my mobile to be answered on the sixth ring. Anyone watching, who later checked the
booth to see who I had called, would be surprised to find I was so interested in the correct time.

The phone answered on the sixth ring but no one spoke. ‘This is Günter Baumann from out of
state,’ I spoke quietly into my lapel microphone, ‘I was unable to pack all my personal effects but I

believe you will be able to supply me with everything I need for a short stay. I am due back in the
office first thing tomorrow. I also need to lose a few pounds very quickly.’

‘Where?’ came the terse reply.

‘Mid town tunnel in thirty.’ I replied and the mobile went dead.

I took the third cab in the queue, checked my watch and settled back. We eventually entered
Queens Midtown Tunnel and I checked my watch again. Traffic was slow which was perfect.
Halfway through we were barely at walking pace. I threw some bills towards the driver and jumped
out.

‘Hey, there’s no walking in the tunnel buddy!’

Walking back, the way we had come, I checked each passing car out of the corner of my eye. A Red
Buick with two up, both in suits seemed favourite but if I had been followed, they would not want
to show their hand by getting out their car. They would have to wait until they emerged in Queens
and by then, if my lift had appeared on time, I would be hidden under a blanket in the back seat.

Suddenly my heart skipped a beat. A black and white had stopped and a uniformed officer, with
gun in hand was waiting for me.

I could have made a run for it, New York cops are not light on their feet and this one looked as if he
spent a lot of time eating popcorn and watching Home Box Office. Common sense came to my
rescue. By the time I had run the length of the mid town tunnel, a whole posse of New York’s finest
would be waiting for me.

‘Get in pal.’ He ordered and in the prescribed manner, protected my head as I got into the back
seat.