Sabine had waited over an hour for an answer from the apartment owners. Another half an hour to convince them and another half hour to get the CSU teams in. Finally, Sabine had a call from her boss; this took only five minutes and a lot of shouting. The teams needed to find something that proved her intel, or she would be manning an office in the Alps, or worse.
She sat in her car and sipped the coffee she had gotten from a fast-food restaurant down the road. She knew better than to go in and contaminate the scene. But she needed clear/clean evidence. Ever since she’d gotten that postcard, she had been like a pit bull.
She had never suspected the CIA would be part of the investigation or that they would bring in Steel. However, that was the game that The Sentinel was playing. The big que
