“Well, friend, what brings you here, if I may be so direct?”
“I was offered a contract to kill the Princess of Edinburgh for thirty million dollars.”
“s**t,” Mike exhaled. “So did you take it?”
“There were complications. I never showed up at the meeting at the restaurant. That doesn't mean the threat no longer exists. I want to provide security for you and your men at the Europa on Friday.”
“There's no way. We couldn't afford you ten years ago.”
“I'm going to do the work free of charge.”
“And why would you want to do that? Why wouldn't I think you're just looking for a chance to get close to the Princess?”
“Well, that is the reason. I want to meet her.”
“What?” Mike squinted. “Berlin, please. If you were me, what would you be thinking right now?”
“Probably the same thing you are.
