CHAPTER 32
Mark and Fred left for Appenzell in the afternoon fully motivated, their clash forgotten. Before they left, Mark had tried to put a dull and listless Kirsten to work on the write-ups needed for Landi.
He wanted her out of harm's way. He wasn't sure who was the more pernicious: the Hunk or Hannah. Only by the looks of her, he expected Kirsten to go back to bed and sleep off her night on the town as soon as they were gone.
Fred was waiting in the underground garage below the hotel, all pumped up and anxious to get started. Without more ado, he frisked the rented BMW electronically, running his gadget first over the upholstery and the bodywork, as if he were shearing sheep. They had agreed not to use Fred's car. The number plate was too obvious.
Finally, after a quick look arou
