The foyer was full of the familiar Spaniards and two new strangers. The British Brian, who was older but strong and clearly highly experienced and respected by everyone who I had seen him around, and a colossal sized Dimitri. He looked a little upset, like he was thinking he should not be going.
Brian took hold of Collin’s shoulder and they left talking with an empty duffle bag. My assumptions are they are on the way to fill that with guns or other weapons intended to be used by Brian and Dimitri. I am sure that an assassin like Brian has a collection of guns locked away somewhere, just like Collin had in Florence.
“You have to leave your fiancé for this contract?” I carefully asked Dimitri as he stood looking out the window next to Alex.
“Yeah, for Collin.”
“I’m grateful
