Chapter 9AT HIS FARMHOUSE, pacing the country kitchen, phone to his ear, Richemartel issued instructions. “At six o'clock, go to each room, and bring them the new invitation. Take them to the apartment. Do you have the men? Good. Keep them separate until they arrive. You have the cars arranged?” He listened to the questions and sighed. “No, I will not attend. My name is not to be mentioned. You will wait at the cars, all of you. Release them at nine o'clock. Take them back to the hotel. No interference. No deviation.” He hung up and lifted his martini glass in a toast to himself. “Back in business.”
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“THIS IS THE MOST people at this table in months,” said Fritz. Ashley handed him the still-wrapped sandwich from their trip to the deli. “I forgot about this. Anyone want a soda, glasse
