Solution Geneva part 6

Samantha and Jacques rode the buses 57 and 56 back to the Genève International to pick up her luggage at the lost property counter. After filling out some forms and presenting her passport they waited for a while. An attendant finally wheeled her luggage out and Sam looked at the outside of the case.
"It looks in good condition, better than I remember," she said.
"Ah good, let's go on the shuttle to the Tarhôtel," said Jacques.
They walked outside and a disheveled man seemed to be making a lot of commotion asking passersby for money. He held some sort of metal bar in one hand. Jacques steered Samantha away. They walked a few feet toward the shuttle stop and they heard a popping sound followed by something that sounded like coins dropping on the ground. Sam looked over her shoulder and saw the strange man standing next to a police Toyota with a shattered rear window.
"Let's move a little faster," Sam suggested.
Jacques looked over his shoulder and saw the man raise his arm and smash in the rear window of the police car.
"Aiya!" he said. Jacques pulled out his phone and dialed 117. He picked up his pace to catch up with Sam.
Sam strode purposefully toward a bus queue and turned to hide behind it. She peered back as Jacques joined her. A string of very fast French words came out of his mouth and went into the phone. Sam looked at the police Toyota and saw that no one was inside the car. The man swung his arm again and the metal bar smashed in the side door panel and window of the police car. Pop, pop, pop, came the sound after each action. The Swiss citizens seemed to stop and stare in disbelief at the man smashing the car. Meanwhile, the tourists with luggage scattered for cover, trying to duck as they ran.
"_Il est fou_," said Sam in French so that Jacques could process it. He continued to speak into the phone with the police.
Sam watched as three security policemen came out of the airport terminal and stood a little apart from him, trying to speak to him. The man kept raising his bar threateningly whenever they came close. The shuttle bus arrived behind them and they quickly boarded. Sam struggled with her luggage while getting on and moving to the seats.
The bus casually followed the road around a curve, driving directly in front of the altercation and the police car. The crazy man was smashing in the windscreen, leaning over the bonnet as the three security guards tried to grab his hands and pull him back. Jacques stopped speaking and hung up the phone.
"We have these kinds of people in America," said Samantha.
"In Europe we are not used to them," said Jacques. "You seemed very calm," he added.
"Fear is not useful," said Sam. "The question is merely to take each threat and deal with it calmly until there are no more threats."
"Bruce Lee," said Jacques, smiling.
Sam looked at her bag in the luggage compartment of the bus. She kept looking at the bag and frowning.
"_Que-ce que c'est_?" Jacques asked.
Sam stood up and walked to her luggage, holding the tiny travel combination lock that kept the baggage closed. She tried her combination and pulled at the hasp. She tried spinning the numbers again, and pulled the hasp.
"This isn't my bag," she said.
* * *
Later that evening, Samantha waited in the lobby of her hotel, waiting to meet Jolie. A large flat screen television on the lobby wall showed a pair of news anchors sitting in front of a desk. Between them, a stock image of a cruise ship sailed in blue water. The scrolling words below read, _Le navire de croisière Carnival Ecstasy a disparu. On craint que les 1.200 membres de l'équipage et les passagers ne soient disparus_.
Jolie arrived and interrupted Sam as she watched the screen. "Samantha Griffen?" she asked in heavily accented English.
"_Oui, c'est moi_," said Sam. "_Bonsoir Jolie_."
"_Bonsoir_," Jolie said. "You are not going to dress up?"
"I am dressed fine," Sam said. "You look lovely tonight as always."
"_Ouai_," said Jolie. "_Mon frère_ said that I should dress up for a fancy dinner. You are not going?"
"I am going," said Sam. "I lost my luggage, so I'm just going to go in my travel clothes. This is fancy American style."
Jolie frowned. Sam said, "Let's meet the car Mathiason sent. It should be waiting out front for us. _Allons-y_."
They found the car and rode in silence to the Mandarin Oriental hotel on _rive droite_. Inside the hotel, they asked for directions to _Le Sud_ and found Mathiason waiting near the _maître d'hôtel_.