Chapter Nineteen
Race Track Ponies
“I really thought we had the son of a b***h,” Bibi said to Jean Groff as they left Berlin’s Central Police Headquarters and headed for their autos in the police garage.
“Yeah,” said Groff. “Too bad for his double, though. The poor guy probably thought he was getting a free ride to Somalia.”
“Yeah, and he also probably thought he would be getting some other free rides as well,” Bibi added with a smirk and a rather obscene forward hip thrust. “Do you think Brillcart knew it was a trap?”
“Could be. Let’s ask him when we see him the next time,” Groff added.
“Next time, I hope he’ll be dead, or close to it. You’re right, though,” Bibi said. “I suspect there are some leaks in the police network, just as there are elsewhere. Emil isn’t stingy with a payof
