Almost dawn Robert Ickovitch got up to empty his bladder. It was the fourth time he had done it since he had gone to sleep the night before. Sensing the urgency, he quickly went to the bathroom, rousing himself as he muttered expletives about suffering from a heart problem, high blood pressure, and prostate. He thought that a man like him, at the end of his sixties, should not suffer from so many things at once, and resigned. He entered the bathroom, raised the toilet seat and began to urinate. When he finished, he emptied it and proceeded to wash his hands; in the mirror above the sink he noticed the figure of someone behind him and turned quickly, surprised.
“Make no noise, Mr. Ickovitch,” Duncan ordered quietly, pointing a silenced pistol at him. “If you wake up your wife, I'll be forc
