I watched his face for a minute. “What did this guy—spy—whatever—come up with? What did he tell you?” “It’s hard to find out anything for sure, Swiss banking regulations being what they are, but it seems their import-export enterprise is worse off than our John Deere busin...
Narrow streets, whitewashed shanties with red tile roofs, sheep assuming the right of way wherever they happened to wander. The funeral procession stopped when, I assumed, the lead car reached the church. Since there was nothing resembling a place to park, the rest of the cars simply stopped and ...
