Frankfurt am Main, GermanyMay 1
Werner Welsch forced himself to produce something that he considered to be a sly smile. Which, in view of the fact that the speed was wearing off, required a certain amount of effort. And he gave the foreigner the yellow ladies’ handbag.
The foreigner tore it eagerly from his grasp. Grimacing, Werner told himself that the foreigner’s impatience was a point in his favor. The more the stranger cared about the results of Werner’s work, the more he would be willing to pay – and next time as well. He popped his knuckles and sat down on the low cement wall, happy with himself. He had time.
With an unreadable expression, the foreigner rummaged around in the handbag. Werner knew he was looking for something. Then he pulled out a canary yellow document case and le
