CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
An easterly wind brought dark, looming clouds and the chance for a downpour at one o'clock. People had already started rushing about in the streets, searching for a place to have lunch in the Dutch capital. Steel had grabbed a couple of Dutch frikandel and french fries, or Pommes Frites. He’d first experienced the strange-tasting sausage in Bosnia at Split North Port, a small base for soldiers to wait for their flights.
Steel headed for a web café. He needed a computer and fast. The hotel was too far away to head back to. Besides, he needed to be close to the city when he got a break. Sure, he had plenty of time. The Sentinel had said twenty-three-thirty.
Steel found a place next to a coffee shop and a fast-food place. Steel walked in and looked around for a free ma
