CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Organic pellets fell into the pond as the waters below his feet became choppy. Hulley’s Koi fish were grabbing their morning meal. He smiled. If only these beautiful creatures knew what was in store for them once they were totally fattened up. His ravenous pack of Caribe were his true prides and joy in aquatic ownership.
“Monsieur.”
He turned to see Abram was on his right.
“Agent Naidoo is here.”
Hulley closed the lid on the fish food and pulled back his sleeve, checking his IWC Portugieser Perpetual Calendar watch.
“She’s late. Huh. All right. Let’s just see how this one goes, shall we?”
He handed the fish food over to Abram before brushing his hands together to rid them of any leftover crud. Why were they always late? Drug dealers, intelligence agents, waiters,
