Chapter Twenty-Nine
Tell Me...
“So much for my smartass solo operations,” Bibi thought.
A few days after the dummy courier run failure, in the coldest part of February, everything went wrong. Bibi talked her way into working as a single courier and the small package she carried in her modest backpack was destined for a custom jewelry retailer in Salzburg. Dressed in a casual winter outfit that showed off her figure to her advantage and to the distress of the men who watched her in the hauptbanhof, she boarded the ICE train from Munich and was, as she had hoped, neatly and quietly abducted and robbed on the way.
In hind sight, was almost ludicrous how easily she was taken. It was also a classic case of too many people making too many wrong assumptions. Before she knew what had happened
