Chapter Eleven
Magnet For Human Hearts
So my Japanese water garden is going to have to move over a few feet. Bertrand is already on the job, spending all day digging next to the bit that’s been partially back-filled. The hire car was left locked in the airport car park, the Swiss businessman who hired it apparently vanishing into thin air, leaving his luggage and phone inside it and boarding no plane. The phone was wiped clean of henchman fingerprints. Before Lionel was installed as part of the pond foundations his cold hands were borrowed to reapply the prints a forensic team would expect to find. A man who gets paid as much as Lionel is going to be missed but they won’t be finding his body any time soon. A mystery he will be. There is nothing particularly to link him to me. Bertrand as
