The following morning Johnny Liddell stood at the window of the Holland Haus, stared out over the shimmering waters of the Bay. Six miles away, the Queen Alexandra was docked at the pier in Caracas Bay, its passengers were already jamming the shops along Herren and Breede nosing out duty-free bargains.
Queen AlexandraLiddell had spent most of the night studying the reports Red Daniels had sent from Acme. With the short space of time available to him, the redhead had outdone himself. There was enough data on each of the names on Harry Landers’s list to give some insight into the people involved.
And by and large it was disappointing.
Martin Sands and his niece were exactly what he had suspected. The name Sands was a phony, so the assumption was that the niece was also a phony. The reserv
