At the champagne bar, the courier arrived — a nervous man in a navy suit. Vera accidentally bumped into him, spilling champagne down his lapel. “ Oh, Entschuldigung ,” she breathed, dabbing at the stain with a napkin. Her other hand, quick as a spider, slid the real brooch from his pocket and replaced it with a perfect duplicate. He didn’t feel a thing.
Her target: Kolar, an arms dealer who used art as alibi. The intel said he’d pass a microfilm hidden inside a Fabergé-style brooch to his courier. Vera’s mission: intercept, replace, vanish. Searching for- femaleagent Alexis Crystal in-Al...
“Dowry delivered,” she said into her cuff. At the champagne bar, the courier arrived —