The Delano Family

Schwartz

He glanced at Aiyana

They had reached Kosice in Slovakia in the early hours of the morning and he had slept through most of the journey. James Schwartz hated flights. They made him feel nauseous, much to the amusement of Lucien Delano.

A small two-bedroom apartment had been arranged for them. It was comfortable and spacious since it had been meant for the stay of Lucien Delano. His men had taken the room across the corridor.

Schwartz grimaced. Now he was sharing the larger bedroom with the woman who had been his lover but who now looked through him, Aiyana.

Now he glanced at Aiyana. As fit and fresh looking as ever in a cardigan and jacket coupled wither no-nonsense trousers, she looked as elegant as ever.

He had heard how she had taken down Sophia who had been rigged out in a vest that was packed with explosives. She had not told him much about it, being as tight-lipped and reticent as ever. But he had heard from Lucien and, of course, his men who were with them too.

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