Page 110 of Stuart Woods' Golden Hour

Kevin bit his lip. “I amreallysorry. I promise, I won’t do it again.”

“Well, that’s a relief,” Vesna said.

“There are three bedrooms,” Teddy said. “You’re in the one with twin beds. You’ll be sharing with Hans. Hans, say hi to Kevin.”

Hans grunted without looking at them. Kevin grunted back, then cocked his head and walked over.

“Cool setup.” Kevin crouched to get a better look at the equipment under the table. “Is that the XC twenty-three twenty-four?” he asked.

Hans looked at him for the first time and smirked. “The twenty-three twenty-fourC.”

Kevin’s eyes widened. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

Kevin reached toward one of the black boxes, but before his fingers reached it, Hans slapped his hand away.

“No touching,” Hans said.

“Sorry, man. I don’t like people touching my stuff, either.” He stood up. “I’ll, ah, I’ll just get settled in.”

He grabbed his suitcase and headed to his bedroom.

“How did things go at the restaurant?” Vesna asked Teddy.

“Let’s find out.”

Teddy sat beside her and opened the monitoring app. The data from the bug was broken into ten-minute segments for easy listening. He checked the latest segment first and determined that Braun and Dieter had already left the restaurant, so he turned off the bug.

He then played the first audio segment. For a minute or so, there was more talk between Braun and Dieter about the woman they needed to “deal with,” which Teddy was sure had to be Danielle Verde. He’d already texted La Rose to make sure the security team continued to protect her.

At approximately the same time Teddy had been exiting the restaurant, the man he’d guessed was Braun said, “Lawrence, what are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry to disturb you, Mr. Braun.” The voice was that of the man who’d been on the stairs with the woman Teddy had kept from falling. “Jillian found something that I thought I should show you right away.”

“I can’t have you just standing there,” Braun said. “Have a seat, both of you.”

Chairs moved across cement.

“So?” Braun said. “What is it?”

“I-I-I think I found Teddy Fay,” Jillian said.

Teddy cocked his head, while Vesna glanced at him, but neither spoke.

“You thought that before when you said Roland Turner was Teddy Fay, so why should I believe you now?”

Vesna reached out and paused the playback. “Who’s Roland Turner?”

Teddy started to shrug, but then stopped, his brow knitting. “If I recall correctly, there was a Roland Turner on the commercial shoot in Budapest. He assisted the director. Not sure what his actual title was.”

“And they thoughthewas you?”

“It sounds like it.”

“Does he even look like you?”

Teddy closed his eyes to remember. “Vaguely. About the right age, similar height.”

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