13-09-2019, 07:47 AM
They left the room.
* * *
Heinrich Dietz looked at the woman on the laptop's screen as he read Wikipedia's entry on Contessa Helena de San Finzione. He saw her two royal portraits side-by-side and clicked to enlarge them. Behind him, men hurriedly took down maps and loaded their equipment into a van.
"This woman has TWO royal portraits and the other only has one. And you picked the younger of the two. I am rethinking your name, Good One."
Good One stood there trying to think of something to say, stifling the urge to explain that he thought the more Italian of the two women was La Contessa and that the other was an advertising model he'd seen on television, but thought better of it. Any explanation would be regarded as an excuse, and he knew what those got.
"I..." Good One stammered. "I trust she will be no difficulty for you, sir."
Dietz was too busy looking into La Contessa's eyes in the first portrait to give a snide answer. It interested him more than the more recent one, where she seemed happier.
"A challenge, perhaps. The older picture tells me more about her. She's casing the joint; you can see in her eyes that she's looking for the exits. In the one on the right, she is accustomed to things. In the one on the left, she doesn't think she belongs there. That's the real woman; a thief!"
Dietz closed the laptop and unplugged it, going through the motel room they'd been hiding in and making sure that there was nothing left behind.
"Let's be gone. Good One, ride up front with Knows Cars But Nothing Else."
Good One put on his red wig, opened the door, and walked outside to the van that had been backed up to the door. Seeing no one, he motioned for Dietz that it was safe. He darted into the van and slammed the rear doors behind him. Good One got into the passenger seat and they drove into the Afternoon Sun of San Finzione.
* * *
Heinrich Dietz looked at the woman on the laptop's screen as he read Wikipedia's entry on Contessa Helena de San Finzione. He saw her two royal portraits side-by-side and clicked to enlarge them. Behind him, men hurriedly took down maps and loaded their equipment into a van.
"This woman has TWO royal portraits and the other only has one. And you picked the younger of the two. I am rethinking your name, Good One."
Good One stood there trying to think of something to say, stifling the urge to explain that he thought the more Italian of the two women was La Contessa and that the other was an advertising model he'd seen on television, but thought better of it. Any explanation would be regarded as an excuse, and he knew what those got.
"I..." Good One stammered. "I trust she will be no difficulty for you, sir."
Dietz was too busy looking into La Contessa's eyes in the first portrait to give a snide answer. It interested him more than the more recent one, where she seemed happier.
"A challenge, perhaps. The older picture tells me more about her. She's casing the joint; you can see in her eyes that she's looking for the exits. In the one on the right, she is accustomed to things. In the one on the left, she doesn't think she belongs there. That's the real woman; a thief!"
Dietz closed the laptop and unplugged it, going through the motel room they'd been hiding in and making sure that there was nothing left behind.
"Let's be gone. Good One, ride up front with Knows Cars But Nothing Else."
Good One put on his red wig, opened the door, and walked outside to the van that had been backed up to the door. Seeing no one, he motioned for Dietz that it was safe. He darted into the van and slammed the rear doors behind him. Good One got into the passenger seat and they drove into the Afternoon Sun of San Finzione.
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