A body suddenly crashed through a plate glass window at the Brigadier’s house. An hour later, Detective Garibaldi arrived while Brigadier Yarborough cleaned his Colt Automatic.
“This is the fourth one you’ve killed this month!” whined Garibaldi. “How many can there be?”
“They’re everywhere on Cyprus, apparently,” grimaced Yarborough. His close-cropped hair revealed more salt than pepper. “I thought I could relax here!”
“But why is your wife targeted so often?”
“It’s obvious, isn’t it? They expect a rich American will pay.”
Just then, a stunning woman stepped onto the terrace. Her filmy nightgown hid little of her impressive curves.
“My wife, Evita,” said Yarborough, without a glance.
“I’m guessing they’re Chechen.”
Garibaldi wiped his mouth. “I mean your wife.”
Evita flipped a come-hither look over her shoulder and sauntered back inside.
“Excuse me,” grinned Garibaldi. “I must interview your wife.”
Yarborough watched him go. “They’ve even infiltrated the police?” he muttered.
Sighing, he loaded a fresh ammo clip.
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