CHAPTER 6
We took Liz's SUV back to Wiesbaden, and I made notes during the drive for the press conference. As we passed the firm's entrance desk, the receptionist greeted her formally by name. I received a polite nod. She was new. I leant over and shook the woman's hand warmly.
"Thomas Prittmann," I said. "How are you?"
Mentioning the name had the desired effect.
"Oh my God, Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't ..."
"It's all right. You haven't seen me before. But that will change now," I added with my most amiable smile. We walked through to the lifts, leaving her with a gaping mouth.
"Was that wise?" Liz murmured with a half-smile. "It'll be all over the place in five minutes."
"That," I grinned, "was the general idea. Politeness is good for my image."
We got off on the top floor. "Now to tac
