‘You should look after yourself, Rudi. One sandwich and a piece of old sausage. No fruit, no protein to speak of. You look shit. What’s the matter with you?’ Rosenharte gazed across to the Opera House. It was a beautiful day and he could do without an ambush from Sonja. ‘When did you get back?’ s...
The two men were bound to return once they realised that they’d passed an elevator inspector on the stairs of a hotel that possessed no elevator. But Harland was held to the spot. He looked down at the two small-calibre bullet wounds about two inches apart at Zikmund’s temple and reflected bitter...