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The newspaper article received a special place on the front page,
drawing the attention of anyone that read the paper. FBI
investigating disappearance of agent's sister again, the headline
read, with a subline saying, Argument around case-investigation still
ongoing. The article referred the reader to an article
on the second page.
Dominique glanced over it as he drank his coffee; more interested in
the stocks he had bought a few weeks ago. All was going perfectly. In
about a month or so he would be able to leave the country with enough
money to spend the rest of his life in luxury. Everything he had set
up during his time in prison was coming to a close.
The new recruitment session would start in about half an hour.
Dominique was especially interested in the man that had been talking
to Gretl. He had seemed interested enough. From the way he came over,
he might do anything for a living, Dominique thought. But he wore
expensive shoes and an Armani-suit. Money would be no problem.
Gretl had seemed eager enough to talk to him. She told Dominique that
she was in need for some fresh blood in the house. It had been too
long since she had met someone interesting enough to stop her from
feeling bored.
He sighed as he rubbed his temple. Sometimes he really got fed up with
all the women in this place. If he didn't keep them under control
with the tablets, they would have taken off instantly.
He glanced at his watch, looking outside. The first cars were already
arriving. They were early. A tall man got out and looked around him,
insecure. It was the same man he had seen the day before. He seemed
to be even more nervous when he walked up to the front gate and was
allowed in by one of the guards. Then he stood in the middle of the
driveway until Gretl walked over to him and he seemed relieved to
meet a familiar face.
Dominique put his newspaper aside, suddenly catching the picture of
the FBI-agent that was featured on the second page. It was the same
face he was looking at outside. He was the one whose sister had
disappeared over twenty years ago and had not stopped searching for
her. He was the one reopening the investigation to her disappearance,
causing arguments within the FBI.
And now he was here.
Dominique felt a shiver run down his spine. Somehow the fact that
there was an FBI-agent on his premises, didn't appeal to him. But
when he sent the man away, he would immediately become suspicious.
But this was an outcast. And he had money.
Dominique straightened his shoulders, glanced at his features in the
mirror and used the regular stairs down. By the time he reached the
lawn, the six invited guests had arrived, and his game could begin.
The newspaper article received a special place on the front page,
drawing the attention of anyone that read the paper. FBI
investigating disappearance of agent's sister again, the headline
read, with a subline saying, Argument around case-investigation still
ongoing. The article referred the reader to an article
on the second page.
Dominique glanced over it as he drank his coffee; more interested in
the stocks he had bought a few weeks ago. All was going perfectly. In
about a month or so he would be able to leave the country with enough
money to spend the rest of his life in luxury. Everything he had set
up during his time in prison was coming to a close.
The new recruitment session would start in about half an hour.
Dominique was especially interested in the man that had been talking
to Gretl. He had seemed interested enough. From the way he came over,
he might do anything for a living, Dominique thought. But he wore
expensive shoes and an Armani-suit. Money would be no problem.
Gretl had seemed eager enough to talk to him. She told Dominique that
she was in need for some fresh blood in the house. It had been too
long since she had met someone interesting enough to stop her from
feeling bored.
He sighed as he rubbed his temple. Sometimes he really got fed up with
all the women in this place. If he didn't keep them under control
with the tablets, they would have taken off instantly.
He glanced at his watch, looking outside. The first cars were already
arriving. They were early. A tall man got out and looked around him,
insecure. It was the same man he had seen the day before. He seemed
to be even more nervous when he walked up to the front gate and was
allowed in by one of the guards. Then he stood in the middle of the
driveway until Gretl walked over to him and he seemed relieved to
meet a familiar face.
Dominique put his newspaper aside, suddenly catching the picture of
the FBI-agent that was featured on the second page. It was the same
face he was looking at outside. He was the one whose sister had
disappeared over twenty years ago and had not stopped searching for
her. He was the one reopening the investigation to her disappearance,
causing arguments within the FBI.
And now he was here.
Dominique felt a shiver run down his spine. Somehow the fact that
there was an FBI-agent on his premises, didn't appeal to him. But
when he sent the man away, he would immediately become suspicious.
But this was an outcast. And he had money.
Dominique straightened his shoulders, glanced at his features in the
mirror and used the regular stairs down. By the time he reached the
lawn, the six invited guests had arrived, and his game could begin.