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Chapter Six
Chapter SixAMSTERDAM – OCTOBER 1967 Gorilla Grant sat in an armchair, facing the dead body of Reierson and admiring his handy work. It had been a long night of waiting before he could finally get at his target. But get to him he had, and now the man was dead. Reierson had lived in a top floor apartment on the Amstelstraat. From the information Masterman had passed to Gorilla, it seemed the Australian killer used the Amstel apartment as his resting-up base between contracts. It was the place where Reierson felt at ease, with its postcard-perfect view of the Blue Bridge below it. Not that Gorilla had seen the Blauwbrug lit up in its finery that evening, because he'd been standing, barely moving, hidden inside the built-in wall cupboard in Reierson's lounge for most of the night. The cupboa
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