Mostly, Darko Krasic enjoyed his work. He had a taste for power and a profound disregard for suffering. He understood his limitations and had no ambitions to take over Tadeusz Radecki’s empire for himself. Why should he? He was already making more money than he could spend, and he wasn’t so vain as to think he was smarter than his boss.

But even Krasic occasionally found elements of his work distasteful. Take this, for example. Pawing through a woman’s underwear was no job for a man like him. A pervert might get off on it, but Krasic was no pervert. If he ever reached the point where the only way he could get off was by fumbling with lingerie, he thought he would simply pick up one of his handguns and blow his brains out.

Still, it had to be done. Tadzio was carrying his brains in his boxer shorts right now, and somebody had to take care of business. When he’d left the apartment, Krasic had called Rado, his second cousin and the young man he’d assigned to keep an eye on Caroline Jackson. ‘Where is she?’ he’d asked.

‘She’s just gone into that fancy women’s health club on Giesebrechtstrasse,’ Rado told him. ‘She was carrying a gym bag.’

If Caroline Jackson could afford temporary membership there, Krasic thought, she was clearly not short of cash, nor was she afraid to spend it. She’d be at least an hour, he reckoned. ‘Call me when she leaves,’ he told Rado.

He’d stopped off at a florist and bought a bouquet of flowers. Getting in to the block then had been a piece of cake. He’d simply rung bells until he got a reply, then said he had a delivery for that apartment number. In the lift, he’d scribbled something illegible on the card and handed them over to a slightly bemused Dutch businessman. He knew Caroline Jackson’s apartment number, because the car had picked her up there for dinner the previous evening. The lock was pathetic, in his opinion. It took him less than five minutes to pick it, and then he was inside.

Krasic made a quick sortie before he began his search. Bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, living room. No serious hiding places. Not even a safe for valuables.