THE LABYRINTH
The APG stuttered, steadied, kept spinning.
“Professional assessment,” Douglas said. “We’ve narrowed search grids across Europe to Germany. Last trace: a black-market broker near Leipzig. Interpol liaison: Silvia Petrov.”
“You going to pay me for what I lost today?”
“No,” Douglas said, intolerably blunt. “Recover it, and there’s compensation. Substantial.”
Air chose sides.
“You’ve always known how to twist the screws,” Sean said. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”
Douglas smiled into the smoke—small, satisfied. “Phone’s in the hall.”
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