09:57 p.m.
The Lawyer stretched to the remote control to switch off the TV. There was some night show. But suddenly, the door leading to the corridor swung open and in the doorway, completely filling it, was a real mountain of a man in a black suit with a tie.
He had huge red hands, so broad-chested and tall he reminded me of a two-door bar refrigerator, yet his shaven head grew directly from his mighty shoulders and seemed disproportionately small. The overall picture was completed by the headset attached to his left ear and the radio set sandwiched in his left hand.
“Gentlemen,” the man-mountain said with an unexpectedly high-pitched voice. “I ask you to remain where you are. We have an emergency situation.”
Kold jumped up, overturning a chair, and moved back to a corner. The man-mou
