Wednesday. Hotel. Bristol, United Kingdom.
"VIGGO, LOOK AT THIS." Valentino used the video game controller to select and zoom in on the motion activated camera feed.
Viggo glanced up from his dinner and stilled.
Two people stood in the living room of the crash pad. A taller, broad shouldered man watched a woman wearing what Valentino could only assume was a hijab as she peered into the computer.
"Hello, bunny. Who are you?" She leaned toward the computer.
They weren't assassins. She'd put money on that. Which meant these two were law enforcement. It would have been too much to ask for all cops to believe her nice story about the Americans watching the condo. Whoever these people were, they weren't fooled by her story, which likely meant they were connected to whoever tracked them to t
