With a look of terror in his eyes, Stanislas thought. “Were there others involved?”
“If there were, I didn’t catch their names. Those three left the mansion as if it was on fire and split in Luc’s car.” Danny jumped from a sudden ringing. He lunged for his cell phone. “Brit, what? Slow down. I don’t understand your babbling.” He clapped a hand over his ear to hear better. “Ringing? A lot? s**t. It must be them. Brit, listen, don’t answer. You hear me? Do not answer. Wait till I get there.” He punched off.
“You got some background information.” He snatched his overcoat off the back of the chair. “Those bastards must be wise to me.”
Stanislas grabbed his arm. “Where’s Hans Rauter?”
“The guy probably fled back to Germany. Ask Luc.”
“What’s Luc’s weakness? What does he fear?”
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