“Oh, you’ll have other things to concentrate on. There’s a gym in the basement. Care to get our workouts out of the way?”
“Sure. I’ll meet you in five minutes.”
Alone in my room, I looked out the window at the streets of Paris, feeling more than a little like I was dreaming. I put the shoe box on my desk and glanced at the paperwork. Michalak was the doctor’s name on my birth certificate. What kind of a name was that, German? I’d heard it before. I flipped through the pages noting the balances on the accounts. Yes, Thomas had made sure I was well set up for funds.
I found my work-out clothes and went downstairs to join Marie. The basement of the two buildings had been combined to create an elaborate gymnasium. She was already warming up on a treadmill, so I hopped up on the one next to
