The ship sailed along the Thames, and all around were such familiar views of London. There was no time to look and loud voices were heard from above. Solomon stepped over the side and jumped into the river. As he was about to dive, he remembered the whirlpools and strong undercurrents that Yesenia had warned him about. Would he have drowned in this famous river after such a successful release? Solomon gathered his strength and swam to the shore without emerging from the water. He swam well and soon found a sandy bottom under his feet. He quickly reached the shore and only now felt how cold the water in the Thames was.
The ship he jumped from reached the bridge and slowed down. River police boats barred his way with a howl.
Solomon rummaged through his pockets. That cell phone is gone. He left it on the ship. That's why the police are focusing on the ship, and he is standing wet on the shore. Was all his efforts in vain? The police were already coming to the rescue.
"No not in vain!" – thought Solomon and strode forward with determination.
The “Eye of London” was spinning overhead. Solomon went out to the quay and, without paying attention to the stares of passers-by, entered a red telephone booth and began to dial Yesenia number from memory. Not the one she had given him on the first day of his arrival, which of course he did not remember. He dialed Yesenia's exact second phone number, where the last digits matched his date of birth.
–Hello! Who is this?
It was Yesenia. So, nothing happened to her, she's out there and she's fine.
– It's me, Solomon.
–Solomon! Where are you?
–I was kidnapped, but I managed to escape.
There was a pause, during which Solomon tried to guess the expression on Yesenia's face. Either she was amazed or annoyed.
– Yesenia! Admit it, you were used as bait to kidnap me, weren't you?
– Wait, Solomon, don't jump to conclusions. I'll explain everything to you now.
– There's nothing to explain. It's all clear.
– Solomon! Where are you?
– At the “Eye of London”.
– Don't go anywhere. I'll be right there.
Solomon hung up the phone and went to the café across the street. No one was there at that hour. He walked to the bar, soaking wet.
– Sir, are you all right? – the barman asked him, astonished at his appearance.
– I'm fine, I want whiskey,– Solomon said, and to make it more convincing he took a wet fifty pound bill.
The barman poured it for him. Solomon emptied it in a gulp took another and sat down at a table by the window – an excellent vantage point.
