Brodie waved the wad of cash at Markov and strode back down the stairs to his car. He climbed in, fired up the big V8 engine and drove out towards the entrance. As he approached the gates, he noticed a cheap, mobile phone lying on the front passenger SEAT. He picked it up, looked at it for a moment, then the penny dropped, Markov.
The two guards opened the gates allowing Brodie out and onto the public road, turning right toward Puerto Ricos. He accelerated quickly, enjoying the sound of the exhaust note as much as the power of the car forced him back into the leather SEAT. Mission accomplished. He had the invite to the Puerto Banús, event, which appeared to be a lavish party possibly on board one of the luxurious yachts which were commonplace in that area. That would surely put most of th
