Kristoff walked into that meeting with a little more than a vague thought that he might not come out of it. Alive, that is. Despite all that, Kristoff jumped on the plane and flew to Miami, praying that this plan would work. He knew Lutz was a cockroach, but that imbecile was proving even harder to get rid of than the notorious pests.
All Kristoff hoped for was that the current head of the whole clan, Nico Marton, would give him the chance to speak before blowing his brains out. Kristoff relied heavily on the fact that he was kind of a public person, a B lister if you may, and the Marton clan surely must be informed enough about that so as not to make any rash decision like killing him and risking any scrutiny by association.
At the very least, Kristoff hoped to appeal to the man's curi
