Chapter 13Fritz
I CHECKED my watch. Nine o'clock. Sunlight streamed through cracks in the drapes, illuminating what had to be a formal country garden design. Alone, my little headache reminded me what I'd drunk. I readied myself for what lay ahead, not sure what that would be. Sleep had come fast and had stayed, longer and deeper than any I could recall. Kate had left a bottle of aspirin by the bathroom sink, whether for her or me, I didn't know.
“Probably both,” I said aloud.
I took a quick shower, dressed, heading for home and then work. Two men stood up when I entered the hall. “Morning,” I said.
“And to you, Mr. Russell. We have a message. Don't go home. Have breakfast downstairs. Flynn's waiting for you.”
“Did something happen?”
“Flynn's waiting. I'll let him know you're on the
