CHAPTER 19
Mark returned to his hotel with the booty from Weissenstein's study. His head was full of plans as to what to do with it. The man at the key desk told him he had a visitor waiting in the lounge. He glanced over. Curious.
A young woman sat alone, browsing through a magazine. He wasn't expecting anyone. But she did look familiar. She laid aside the magazine.
"Hello, Mark," she said, smiling.
Holy Christ. The voice! "Kirsten?"
"Surprised?" she said, now on her feet.
Yes indeed! To see her – but also to see what she'd done to herself. She seemed to have just stepped off a Vogue cover. A new hairstyle, cut trendily short and tinted jet black. Designer clothes, modelled to show her off to full advantage. She attracted all male eyes in viewing distance and certainly brightened up
