Prologue
He was carefully hiding in the shadows behind the cars and all that trash on the pavement, watching Brandon Boone. He was following that son of a bitch for weeks now, hoping he would lead him to a clue. Undercover for months, he had been hiding from something he couldn't quite understand. But his life was in danger and so he tried to find some puzzle pieces. With his dark tan, the self-made Afro, that scar on his face and his shabby clothes, nobody recognised him. In fact nobody would look at him even twice. The perfect disguise, just like his favourite literary character, Sherlock Holmes. He was a bit proud of himself actually...
But he was suddenly interrupted in his thoughts when he realised, Boone was following someone himself. A young blonde man in a fitted suit. He identified him as one of the twins' security details. The younger one. This one always looked a bit shifty to him, but the twins seem to trust him. But now the bodyguard turned into the small courtyard and Boone was following him. Very suspicious! He was about to cross the road to hide behind the red rubbish containers on the other side, but a third man appeared and followed the other two. The second of the twins' bodyguards. The older one, of which he knew that he were 27 years with Scotland Yard.
'Interesting! This just keeps getting better and better.' he thought, following his original plan, hiding behind the containers. They pointed their guns at each other and he rummaged around for his little hearing device to monitor them, but the conversation was already coming to an end. He just heard the older bodyguard suggest to continue this little chat in a more civilised environment like that small coffee shop at the corner.
He slipped out of his hiding place before they could see him and entered the little corner café. He had just ordered a cup of tea when the three men came in and took place two tables away. He and Boone sat exactly back to back with a free table between them. Perfect! Now he could eavesdrop…
But what he heard wasn't what he had expected. It was nothing what he didn't already knew. Except one thing! That sneaky, bloody bastard of a bodyguard was in love with his precious, little sister!? Robert nearly choked on his tea...