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The naly alien to his ears, but he held his smile

"I'm afraid you are mistaken, friend My name is Svensen Arne Svensen"

Taking his time, the skier planted his ski poles into the snow, relove, reached inside his suit and extracted a PPK Walther pistol "Let's not play gaerprints"

Impossible

"I'm afraid you've confused me with someone else"

Thebehind you at the bar"

The old man co Saloon, the apres-ski watering hole at the botto down beers as only an Austrian can He had come back to his stool fro had vanished The bar was busy, and he assumed another customer had mistakenly walked off with his drink

"The beer ," he said "That was you"

The man nodded "We watched you for an hour, but it orth the wait You left us a full set of fingerprints We've been on your ass ever since"

The schuss-schuss of skis came from up-trail

"Don't do anything stupid," said the loved hand

A moment later, a lone skier flew by in a blur and disappeared down the trail without slowing

Schroeder had known that his transfor would leave him vulnerable But he had come to believe that his new identity had successfully insulated hiun pointed at his heart was persuasive evidence to the contrary

"What do you want?" Schroeder said He spoke with the world-weariness of a fugitive who had been run to ground

"I want you to shut up and do what I say They tell me you're an ex-soldier, so you kno to follow orders"