Brodie turned into the entrance of Valle del Este Golf Resort and followed the road towards the hotel. The lush green fairways and greens were in sharp contrast to the arid, brown hills that surrounded the area. Little white golf carts whizzed up and down the trails and fairways, carrying eager golfers from all over Europe. He turned right, past the hotel, as instructed by Markov. A minute later, a black BMW X3 parked in a layby, flashed its headlights and Brodie pulled up alongside. He buzzed down the driver’s window as he looked up into the SUV from the low interior of the Mustang.
Markov glowered down at Malik, then Brodie. ”I am not happy that you have company, Brodie.”
“Alexei, she is putting her life on the line, same as we are, so she has every right to see the whole picture. Plea
