The roof of the casino was the last place where Tep would search for Maier. Mikhail had led him back to the old hotel on a different trail, through tall grasses past the old water tower. By afternoon, the Bokor Palace had become a hive of activity. SUVs, all of them black and without number plates, arrived one after another and dropped off groups of girls. Lexus was the preferred brand for the killers. Mikhail and Maier had entered through the basement and climbed one of the broken stairways to the top of the building. Now they were watching the scene below from one of the crumbling towers at the front side of the building.
The Russian stared down grimly at the preparations for the great summit of the Kangaok Meas Project. Maier knew that Mikhail had almost shot him. He was in the way.
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