“Go to hell,” snapped Tatyana as the door slammed, and to her surprise she heard voices next door. Sabine was talking to someone and she realised an air vent at the top of the door was responsible. She went closer to the vent and tried to listen. The voices were indecipherable but she could make out some words.
“It’s a well proven route; it’s worked for over sixty years, they will be watching all the airports and we move all the girls across continents this way, it’s well tried.”
“She’s my prisoner and I don’t report to some German in Latin America called Wolfgang.”
“There are other plans for you and I suggest you obey the Germans,” replied a heavily accented Spanish voice. Sabine was not in charge.
“I don’t take my orders from you,” said Sabine.
“The architect is responsible to my bo
