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The Audi pulled up outside her parents’ home. The engine idled, and Ivan waited. Galina was on her way to the airport. She had a job waiting for her in Prague. Apparently, some Russian mob boss had stepped out of line and needed to be taken care of as only Galina could.
“You can change your mind,” Ivan said. “You do not have to do this.”
Alice sighed.
She’d made up her mind.
Too much had happened.
How would she possibly explain any of it to her parents? Would they be able to understand any of it?
The diamonds were still safely tucked away in the handbag Ivan had procured for her. The Van Gogh had unfortunately been confiscated by the German police in Berlin and was on its way to some museum. They’d lost out on about thirty-five million dollars, but at least the painting would end
