Chapter Eighteen
Sheaths
She felt strange, sitting there in a tiny cement room,
unable to move anything but her eyes.
Bridget Ward, a US citizen originally from San Jose, California, thought there was something funny going on. From the moment she was met at the international arrivals gate by a uniformed female chauffer and guided effortlessly through the terminal and into the luxury Lexus 350 sedan waiting in a No Standing Zone at Munich’s Franz Josef-Strauss International Airport, she was on the alert.
As the aircraft’s captain indelicately told the passengers before they landed, the weather was the usual German winter crap, (not his exact words), of freezing rain and temperatures that were moving lower, despite the early morning hour. Thus, the roadways were covered in ice, slush
