“It said there may be one or two collateral victims who fall outside the parameters of his mission. Do you think this could be his demonstration? The mysterious killer showing us what he’s capable of?”

“In that case he’d be someone with access to Silver City or friends in high enough places to get him into the warehouse,” said Siri.

He looked down at the photojournalist. The poor man had survived wars, yet here he was defeated in peacetime.

“Last night he said something about meeting up with an old acquaintance,” said Phosy. “Marvin didn’t want him to talk about it. I wonder if it was the friend who got them access to the warehouse. And I wonder if it’s the person we’re looking for. Perhaps he wasn’t expecting anyone to recognize him, and he had to silence the two of them before his cover was blown.”

“That’s an awful lot of wondering,” said Siri.

“He asked about you.”

“Who did?”

“Jim. He said one of the Swedes was looking for you.”

“That couldn’t have been our man,” said Siri. “He’d already found us.”

“Perhaps someone was trying to warn you.”

“This is too much conjecture for one old fellow to take on. Why didn’t you mention this when we met today?”

“I don’t know. You kept disappearing. I didn’t have a chance.”

Siri walked around the dollies and went over the chain of events in his mind.

“What do you suppose the Swede was doing here this evening?” asked Siri.

“Witness? Apart from the mysterious contact person, I suppose he was the last to see these two alive. He was the only one who knew what their plan was.”

“But how would any of this crowd know that unless he volunteered the information himself?”

“I’ll find out who it was that invited him,” said Phosy.

“All right. But first things first. I’ll start work on these two and see what I can find without leaving wounds. You follow up with the Ferrari and get someone to interview the other journalists. It won’t be easy but see if you can find someone who hates me.”

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Hanoi, 1972