12I waited until she’d paid the bill and we were outside on the sidewalk. “Spit it out,” I said. “I know you have more.”
She kept moving and when she answered, her tone was grudging. “Frank Botts sent you a FLASH cable.”
We reached the Mercedes. Bella ran her hand along the underside of the rear bumper. Squatting she peered beneath the car. “You check your side,” she said to me. “I went over the whole car while you were in the shower, but you never know.”
Berlin has a lot of neighborhoods, Americans have a lot of enemies. And what you never know is when some crazy will see a set of diplomatic plates as an invitation to duct-tape a pipe bomb to the vehicle. I followed her lead, searching with my eyes and hands for foreign objects. “Clean.”
The door locks chirped and we got into the fron
