“So, is this message for real or is this meant to cause confusion in the enemy camp?”
Thierry softly closed the shutters to the street and sat down on the bed next to Dan.
“Maybe both.”
Dan stared at the transcript Thierry had jotted down.
The Frenchman smiled sardonically.
“They checked their mail here on purpose, this is sure. But I believe the message is perhaps real enough. Marlowe does not care; he wants to see all of us. Except for Robbie, apparently.”
“And the girl?”
Thierry sighed.
“Yes, the girl. Which girl? Nima knows Marlowe. Maybe some years ago, she once told me, he was kind of courting her. And she worked for his NGO. But he would never touch her now. She is connected to the monastery in Solukhumbu. She is quite revered by the monks there. Pure of heart. Or perhaps be
