Alps. Switzerland.
Guy drove up to the road towards Villars. Assuming Ramos hadn’t been discovered, he had a chance of pulling off the deception of posing as him for a while. He had to take a cautious approach realizing that Oleson would be unlikely to know him by sight. There was nothing else but to go for it, the man had to be stopped or his business in St Lucia was ruined. He wasn’t going to let it happen now that he knew The Teacher was behind it. He’d slept on the hard Mercedes seat, parked for the night up in the mountains. His back ached, his eyes weighed down heavily as he stopped the car to check the map. Within minutes he was asleep again, his imagination forming shapes and events on the lake below. As always at such times he thought of Leila and her violent death last year. He
