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breakfast in my room at eight."
    "Oui, Monsieur. Good evening."
    After a long, hot shower, Duman slid between the soft sheets. He was asleep in seconds.

PART TWO

    MUNICH

    TELL ME NOW, MUSES...
    AS YOU ARE HEAVENLY, AND ARE EVERYWHERE,
    AND EVERYTHING IS KNOWN TO YOU -
    THE ILIAD-BOOK II

Chapter 8 - LEBERKÄSE AT THE MARIENPLATZ

    The sun approached its zenith and Katrina Kontoravdis' anger rose with it. Since seven o'clock that morning, she had been going from place to place throughout Munich. Her journey had begun at a locker in the central train station. The supplied key unlocked the door to reveal a typed note. Following the scant instructions, she worked her way out to the Olympic Village. At the Pool Building, a small man folding towels sent her to the zoo.
    Amid beautiful, multicolored creatures at the tropical bird exhibit, she received another note from the handler. This message directed her to a small shop specializing in Pre-Columbian art. After convincing the persistent owner she did not want to purchase anything, he delivered a cryptic message. Mystified, Katrina left to discover a man selling small dolls under a wide umbrella. During his sales pitch, he pressed a slip of paper into her hand. This note clarified the previous message from the art dealer. She proceeded north toward a bakery where she received a roscon , a sugar sprinkled bun with guava jelly, and another piece of paper. Finally, she found herself walking through the Marienplatz.
    She had followed the obtuse instructions for over three and a half hours but was no closer to Henri Mardinaud. The fat information broker was playing his childish games, she thought. Warnings about the man fell short of the truth. Her feet ached and she was tired. The late flight from Athens had been a horror. She had been unable to sleep on the plane because of the turbulence. Then the call to her hotel room woke her at five thirty this morning. The entire episode seemed designed to keep her off balance and the effort was succeeding. She was in no mood for this nonsense.
    One of the most popular spots in Munich, the Marienplatz was thick with tourists. As Katrina passed the many outdoor restaurants, the smells of the warm German delicacies made her empty stomach growl. She realized she had eaten nothing but the roscon for the past several hours and considered stopping for a light snack before continuing. Eyeing one particularly crowded restaurant, she recognized the unmistakable bulk of one of the patrons sitting behind a steaming platter of Leberkäse. Henri Mardinaud smiled at her and motioned with his fork to an empty chair across from him.
    "Katrina Kontoravdis," he said as she walked toward him. "It is so good to meet you. You will excuse me if I don't get up. The effort is hardly worth the result." Mardinaud smothered a sausage in mustard and forked the tube of meat into his mouth. A chunk of black bread followed. The display of gluttony fascinated Katrina.
    "Where is the information I paid for?" she asked.
    Mardinaud ignored her question and continued talking between mouthfuls of food. "Would you like something to eat? A small salad to start, perhaps? You must be hungry after your travels."
    "No, nothing. I just want the information. Your game bores me. Just tell me what you know."
    Mardinaud laughed. "To tell you all I know could take quite some time. And you don't seem to have the patience. I don't understand you women nowadays. Always in such a hurry. You should learn to relax. Learn to take your time and enjoy the sights around you. Smell the roses, as it were. I think this 'biological clock' one hears so much about is responsible for your inability to slow down. Possibly, you women are taking on more than you are capable of handling."
    Katrina's brown eyes seared Mardinaud with a devastating look. He coughed self consciously before continuing.
    "Yes, well, possibly not. Regardless, Munich is an elegant city and I researched your tour with care. I endeavored