At that moment, in Washington, D.C., Gandola Lanniter was sitting in the back of a taxi that was heading towards Dulles Airport. He had a reservation under a false name on a red eye to Kennedy, where he would catch a flight to Berlin.
He was pleased with himself. By tomorrow afternoon, the Russians would wire the balance of his payment - eight million Euros - into his numbered Swiss bank account. Jade Brownie was dead by now. It was a pity that she had to be sacrificed, but in the overall scheme of things, she was insignificant. By this evening, he and his beloved Crystal would be together.
Crystal.
The mere thought of that name sent s****l shivers through Lanniter’s aging body. The thick mane of black curly hair, the dark, bewitching eyes. And that figure!
Lanniter constantly fantasi
