CHRISTIANI spotted her in the dark corner of the bar, nursing a drink. One long look at her and I knew she was not in a good mood.

Although that was to be expected. I'd been informed.

The ringing of my phone cut off my thoughts.

Jerome.

"What's up, man?"

"Have you spotted her?"

"Yes. I'll get back to you soon."

I ended the call and took a seat on the high stool at the bar where I could easily keep an eye on her, waiting for my moment.

I was doing this as a favor to Jerome. He had said he was ...