Chapter 62
Franco’s phone rang twice then stopped.
Fifteen seconds later it rang again and he picked it up to listen.
“Associate of Kate Stark. Japanese. Female. One hundred and fifty centimeters. Fifty kilos maximum. Alive. No damage. If you stumble on Stark and can grab her again, do it, but not without the Japanese. She is the target. Delivery to dock thirty-four in the Galainela shipyard, Havana within forty-eight hours. Usual fee on deposit. Image in normal Dropbox account.”
“Done.”
The man on the other end hung up the phone. No need to identify himself despite using a language that was native to neither of them and a voice masker over that. After all, they’d just done business on Kate Stark two days ago, all neatly boxed and delivered.
The idiots hadn’t even been able to hold o
