CHAPTER FIVE
Ah. The privileges of wealth. One’s own plane had meant no annoying baggage searches.
Adolf smiled. The special canister Mikel had rigged for him didn’t have to pass through security. His limo pulled up to his hotel. Adolf casually retrieved his attaché case with the canister in it and nodded to the driver who held open his door. Making his way across the lobby, he favored the desk clerk with a smile.
“Hello again, Mr. Metzger, wonderful to see you,” the striking blond said. “Your usual accommodations are ready.”
“A pleasure as always, Marjorie.” And he strolled leisurely to the elevator.
He settled into the spacious penthouse, then dialed the Senator to invite him over for lunch the following day. That accomplished, he hung up, then dialed the Institute.
“Mikel, how are
