New Partner, New DevelopmentsShe was quite short, hair black, her clothes fashionable without being intrusive. A woman dedicated, professional. Attractive, but somewhat distant. Her eyes, piercing blue, watched him as he got out of his car and came towards her. He smiled. She didn't return the favour.
“You must be Hamon.”
“You must be Bremen.”
She shook his hand. Warm, dry hand. Soft, but her grasp strong. Bremen looked up at the house. It was imposing, set well away from the main streets. He had passed through a guarded gate, the patrol officers, heavily armed, letting him through. He was expected.
“Cool house. Mr Frement sure knows how to live the good life.”
She turned away, “Let's do the job, Bremen. We've got no time for niceties.”
They found Steinmann in his library. It was fur
