Yet luck, Pablo knew, could carry a fugitive only so long. Somewhere somehow Foster might run out of it. Which left him feeling buoyant till he decided it was time to leave.
When at nine that evening, as he extended his hand in good-bye, he once more noticed William Nelson’s fixed, observing gaze. And this time, he caught a faint smirk on the man’s face as though privy to a joke only he himself understood.
CHAPTER 28TYING UP A LOOSE END
That same Wednesday night, but in the elegant Charlottenburg district in the western part of Berlin.
On a side street, a taxi splashed through some puddles to the curb at the respectable Old World Hotel Berliner Kaiser just off the Ku’damm, several blocks west of the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church. Thomas Riesling slipped from the edge of the lobby’s ch
