CHAPTER 34
The clock tower above the Town Hall of Zurich struck one in the morning as the man who had saved them drove across the Limmat bridge towards their hotel. His name was Bernardo, pronounced Bernie, he said with a shot of humour. He was the minder Landi had spoken about, was garrulous and friendly. Neither his appearance nor his manner corresponded to what Mark considered a bodyguard to look like. The guy would never get a job as a bodyguard in the movies, that was for sure.
Bernie had given them a running commentary on the night’s action and didn’t take too kindly to the fact that Fred had removed the tracker device he’d place under the rented BMW. He would have been there earlier, he said, if he hadn’t had to use some other GPS tracking signals.
During most of the long, circui
