He pushed the sleeve of his silver robe from his wrist and glanced at his watch, a thin gold Patek Philippe. Six thirty in the evening. The wait was the worst part. He tugged at the collar around his neck. He should be used to it by now, but his neck felt swollen and hot. The collar was restricti...
He was relieved to be free of the basket containing the cobra as he headed straight on Assi Road. He wanted to distance himself as much as possible before the authorities arrived, but he didn’t want to draw attention by running. A brisk walk would do him good anyway. His interrogation methods had...