It was two days after the ceremony, when they were packing for London, that he realized some had been stolen. His control over Nikolai had diminished as Endelman’s had grown, and Josef was anxious not to make an unfounded accusation that would allow Nikolai another opportunity for contempt. Three times he counted the contents of each bottle. There were ten valium and librium tablets missing, eight methalaquone and fifteen capsules from each of the bottles containing chlordiazepoxide and diazepam. He sat for nearly fifteen minutes, staring into the repacked briefcase. He would have to challenge the man, of course. Nikolai would expect the accusation. To avoid it would be making a bigger concession than losing yet another argument. He accepted he would have to lose because of Nikolai’s growing awareness of his own importance, like a child showing off at his own birthday party. ‘Nikolai,’ called Josef. The separating door was open. ‘What?’ ‘I’d like to see you.’ ‘I’m here.’ ‘In here, please, Nikolai.’ ‘I’m busy, Josef.’ The negotiator detected Endelman’s smirk of amusement as he entered the adjoining suite.
What do You think about Face Me When You Walk Away?
