Lucien

Schwartz was in his room in the house in a few minutes. He explained briefly that he had been on the way there when he had received the message from Beston.

Lucien filled him in on what had just happened.

Schwartz listened thoughtfully, his sharp green eyes flitting over the large screen on Lucien’s study wall. Like Lucien, he knew that if they lost this chance, finding Dmitri Rudenko would prove to be very difficult. Once he entered the vast wastelands of Afghanistan, he could hide anywhere he wished. Al he would need was money. Thereafter, he could move any which way he pleased. But he would have escaped...