Beside Peter at the cafe table, Meral Johnson sat and ate half a dozen biscuits with his tea. Antagonist of the Joseph Walthey regime and the Central Intelligence Agency, currently on permanent leave from the San Dominican police force, Johnson exerted a steadying influence on Peter here in France. He was his traveling partner and occasionally his Dutch uncle as well.
According to their latest plan, they would spend at least the next six months in Europe. In and around Paris... down on the Riviera in Nice... in Zurich around the Stainpfenbachstrasse. Whatever it took.
Paris was nice in May, Peter thought as he sipped his coffee this particular morning. It wasn't the sunny Caribbean, there was no Jane to share it with him, but Paris was qpite acceptable, to his way of thinking.
At ten-thirty that morning, a hip little Frenchman carrying a thick leather valise approached. He sat with them at their cafe table. 'You are the men who look for Carrie Rose?' the Frenchman asked.
The End
