The yellow Mercedes pulled into a reserved parking space in front of the building. Craig parked in the next row directly behind them. He waited until they entered the restaurant then followed.
Inside the restaurant, he observed Attenborough and Kohlmeier being ushered to the best table in the house — in the corner where the view of the river was unimpeded and stretched for miles. The waiter waved and bowed fussing over the two men.
Although Craig was famished he chose to sit at the bar, rather than chance trying to time dinner and possibly miss their exit. From the looks of it, he doubted that whatever was supposed to transpire would happen there. He sat at the corner of the semi-circular, burnished bar that afforded him a good view of his twosome.
The bartender dressed in a blue-and-wh
