When she was taken to radiology for a CAT scan he kissed her goodbye, called the car hire company to explain everything, and then took a taxi to the city centre. Along the way he called Tobias Kaufmann.‘Mr Kaufmann, it’s Jefferson Tayte,’ he said as soon as Kaufmann answered. ‘I’m coming to see you. I have a few things to do first, but I shouldn’t be long.’‘Have you found something?’ Kaufmann asked, a note of excitement in his voice.‘Possibly. I have some information about Trudi Strobel I’m sure you’ll be interested in.’‘Trudi Strobel? I can’t wait to hear it. And I have some news for you, too. I’ll tell you when you get here.’‘Great. I’ll see you soon.’When Tayte ended the call, he sat forward in his seat, and to the taxi driver he said, ‘Can you take me to a florist?’To anyone following him, Tayte figured it would appear as though he were simply buying flowers for Jean. He was, but he had another motive. The taxi dropped him close to Marienplatz and once inside the florist he purposefully took his time over the bouquet selection, watching the street through the window for signs of anyone lingering outside, waiting for him to leave again.
