Klaus Marni sat to his left and pointed toward the huge spires of the Cathedral de Notre Dame.“Impressive,” Marni said. “One of the guidebooks say it was built by hand and designed with little idea whether it could even be completed.”“This boat runs every hour on the hour until eleven tonight,” Vladimir said with a tinge of impatience. “Do your sightseeing then. This is a business trip.”Marni leaned his back against the slants of the wooden bench. “Raza requested one more payment and it was made this morning,” he said. “That puts this week’s total at close to $1.5 million. I have no idea what we’re getting in return for all that money.”“Have we managed to pinpoint his target?” Vladimir asked.“Targets,” Marni said. “They are going to hit two sites at once. That is as much information as we were able to get from their end.”Vladimir glanced over at Marni, his eyes as cold as winter. “I am sick of playing second fiddle to a common street punk. He has cost me time, millions, and a trusted hand in Holt.
