Alexei Markov was standing at the quayside, accompanied by one of Romanov’s heavies when Brodie and Malik arrived.
“Señor Brodie, I thought you had forgotten your duties for tonight, Vladimir and I have been here for almost thirty minutes,” Markov scowled.
“As if, Alexei. I know exactly what is expected of Malik and me tonight. I’ve already checked out the security on board and I know that the guests will arrive between six forty five and seven o’clock, so no need for me to be here any earlier.”
“I’ve told Salenko I only want two of your security people on board tonight, so I hope that you and Vladimir there are all that are on board. Alexander wants everyone relaxed tonight. That won’t happen if the boat is swarming with Russian heavies wandering around with guns.”
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