“How do you know he meets people there every Sunday?”
“The American… he told us… in the files he gave us.”
So they certainly had some good cast iron intelligence, Gorilla thought. “And is there a rendezvous where you and Marquez are meant to meet up? David, stay with me.”
Gioradze was slowly going under. It was going to be a race against the clock before he fell into a deep sleep. “No… call a bar in Florence. Leave my hotel number… Marquez finds me… finds me when his kill is done… more secure that way… mmmm.”
Gorilla decided to change his line of questioning. He could find out from Porter when Cirius, the military man, met with the KGB. What he needed to know now, was how the rest of the assassination program was going to go down. “So the old man, then the military man? Who's next Davi
