Chapter Nineteen
Sale
“I’d like to see the f*****g machines”
The couple watching the activity on the floor of the grand arena seemed to have other interests. Their attention often strayed from watching a horse being shown to observing other attendees at the exclusive event. They each had a set of Steiner field glasses that they used to constantly sweep the arena seats, apparently looking for someone or something.
A beer vender approached them and bent to whisper in the man’s ear, gave him a plastic cup of the local brew, accepted the five Euro note and headed off into the crowd. The man took a quick sip of the warm beer, said something to his companion and they both got up and left the area, heading down into the lower regions of the huge arena complex. They stopped at a door marked, “
