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“That you’re wrong about this Problem is, that doesn’t happen very often Let ot out his Swiss Army knife and went to work

Sam, his head bent over the dissected iPhone in his lap, finally muttered, “There you are”

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Using his knife’s tweezers, he lifted a pinkie nail-sized circuit chip from the iPhone’s innards A pair of monofilamentlike leads trailed down to the phone’s battery “The culprit,” he said The good neas, the bug was set to trans would alert Kholkov that they’d found the device Sam detached the leads and dropped the chip into his shirt pocket and started reasse the iPhone

Twentyunder a sun-filled blue sky, they rounded the Hirschau Peninsula Saint Bartholo in the sun and the snow-veined granite of thebehind them The meadohich Saint Bartholo back to the forest There were two dock areas, one for visitor arrivals and departures; the other, situated nearer the chapel, a covered boathouse Strung out behind the chapel on islands of green lawn and h-hewn and ranging from barn- to cabin-sized

The captain circled the dock area once, waiting for another electric boat to disgorge its passengers, then headed in and glided alongside the pier A crewap, tied off the stern and bow lines, then swung up the boat’s protective railing

Scanning their fellow passengers for fa to drop soeld into the bulkhead cup

“Didn’t see anyone,” Sam muttered as he stepped onto the dock, then offered his hand to Remi “You?”

“No”

Theirs was the second boat of the roup was still lingering in the landing area and around the gift shop, snapping photos and studyingthe split-rail fence that encircled the landing, scanning faces before the crowd had a chance to disperse

As they walked they could hear several tour guides starting their introductory speeches over the background babble:

“Originally built in the twelfth century, Saint Bartholomae was once considered the protector of alpine farmers and of milkmaids”

“find the interior floor plan is based on the Salzburg Cathedral and the exterior stucco as done by fa artist Josef Schmidt”

“until 1803 the hunting lodge adjacent to the chapel was the private retreat of the Prince-Provosts of Berchtesgaden, the last of whom”

“After Berchtesgaden becae beca cabin”