Page 84 of Stuart Woods' Golden Hour

“Like you would have done any better.”

“Both of you cool it,” Dieter said. “We need to focus on Turner.”

“So where is he?” Rolf asked.

“Not far.”

They found the shoot and joined the fans by one of the crowd-control barriers. It was farther from the action than Dieter had hoped to be, but with all the fans, the police, and the people working on the shoot, it wasn’t like he and his men could do much more than observe anyway.

They needed Turner alone so they could establish whether he was Teddy Fay or not. If the answer was yes, they’d terminate him and leave the boss’s calling card.

Dieter pulled out a pair of pocket-size binoculars and scanned the film crew.

For a moment, he thought he spotted Turner standing with a younger man near a table loaded down by several monitors. The man was around the right age and approximately the right height. But when he turned, Dieter saw his face and realized he wasn’t Turner.

Dieter scanned the rest of the crew, then smiled whenhe spotted Turner, sitting in a chair not too far from the monitors.

All Dieter needed to do now was keep an eye on him, then he and his colleagues could follow him back to the hotel and have a private conversation in the men’s room. All very nice and neat.

“Oh, shit,” Andreas said.

Dieter lowered the binoculars and saw that Andreas was staring at someone in the crowd, off to the right.

“What?” Dieter asked.

“I…I think that’s Danielle Verde.”

“Verde? Here?”

“Yeah.” Andreas pointed. “The woman with the brown and gray hair tied in a ponytail. Gray sweater.”

She was about twenty feet away and seemed to be trying to move to the front of the crowd.

“Are you sure?” Rolf asked.

“One hundred percent.”

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Danielle was a few peoplefrom the front when someone in the crowd behind her shouted, “Hey, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

This was joined by a chorus of other displeased voices, then a quick, muffled “Sorry.”

Only the apology wasn’t in Hungarian but in German.

She glanced over her shoulder and spotted Dieter and his colleagues wending their way through the crowd, their eyes locked on her.

With renewed urgency, she slipped through another gap, then said, “Excuse me,” to a couple standing in her way.

She squeezed between them, then grabbed a man at the barrier and yanked him out of her way.

“Hey!” he barked. “That’s my place!”

She grabbed the top of the barrier and vaulted over it.

“Stop!” a police officer yelled. “You must go back!”

He was close, but not close enough to grab her before she began sprinting toward the film crew.

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