CHAPTER 1 – CARVED LIKE A THANKSGIVING TURKEY
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‘Bad move, Victor boy,’ Victor thought, glancing around him with his blue, sharp eyes, searching the surrounding shadows.
Unease whirled inside his chest, and he rubbed his fingers unconsciously. He was itching for a cigarette and in a bad way. He had decided to quit, but his resolve was challenged once more. His job didn’t make quitting easy.
He had a bad feeling. It had been bothering him since he accepted the rendezvous with the so-called informant in the Music Garden. His eyes swept the grove again.
‘Not a smart spot for a clandestine meeting,’ he mused, looking around with apprehension. ‘Especially not so close to midnight and at the Sarabande,’ Victor shook his head, displeased with his lack of foresight. ‘I should have insi
