CHAPTER 22
Back in Zurich, Weissenstein, now refreshed from his tryst with Gail, saw the sealed package from the detective agency on his desk. An earlier one, he remembered, was still unopened in his desk drawer. He opened both. And sorted through the wads of papers, time sheets, maps, sketches, photographs and invoices for work done during the last two weeks. He signed off on them blindly and dropped them into another large envelope. This would later be sealed and forwarded to his personal solicitor who took care of confidential payments.
He ran a quick eye through the documentation enclosed with the agency's written reports. Everything in it concerned Nathalie. She'd been her usual busy self. All her movements from the time she left their home each day until she returned were recorded:
