PARIS – APRIL 1965The killer QJ/WIN sat perched in his room in the Hotel Henri IV on the Place Dauphine in Paris and surveyed the scene which lay before him. The open window let in a cool breeze, relaxing him and providing a portrait-framed shot of the Seine which was spread out in all its glory. The river ran like a snake up and away into the distance with the Pont Neuf Bridge intersecting it. He watched as the pedestrians hurried across, on their way to enjoy what was left of the weekend. It was a pleasantly normal Sunday afternoon in Paris.
Marquez had been sitting in his chair, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees and his hands linked loosely together, since before dawn. His body, through sheer force of will, was in splendid repose. He knew the target regularly made hi
