26Lura waved her fork at the half-slice of cake on my plate. “You going to finish?”
I let my expression go mournful. “Can’t afford the calories.”
The cake vanished and Lura jerked her head toward the dining room. “I know that oaf. He ripped me off once before.” In Hamburg, Hans had smashed her camcorder and taken the film. She looked at me hard. “You plan to run the same scam. You can forget it. Impossible with the technology we’re using.”
She’d end up with a film record of our abduction of Ariadna. To get the full version edited down to something I could live with, I’d have to make another deal with her. On her terms. Costly for me, I was sure. But I was in no position to negotiate with her. I had to get Ariadna out of the gangster’s clutches before Stefan killed himself trying to save
