Hunting The Kobra by Cooper-Posey Tracy

Author:Cooper-Posey, Tracy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romantic Espionage Thriller
Publisher: Stories Rule Press
Published: 2019-02-06T16:00:00+00:00

[17]

Lunch.

Quinn should have expected that lunch would not be a standard meal, not with Aslan directing it. Everyone went back to the big SUV and piled in. Noah circled back in the direction they had come from. This time he turned right on to Lassallestrabe and headed northeast. It took them over the Danube, and Quinn got to appreciate how wide the river was. It was easy to appreciate it was the second largest river in Europe.

Noah exited off the busy freeway as soon as they crossed the river. He wound through minor roads then turned into a parking lot beside the river. Tied up at a low dock was a riverboat with glassed-in decks. The size and shape made Quinn think of paddle steamers, only it didn’t have the big wheel on the side.

People walked up the sloping gangplank in small groups, talking to each other. Through the windows, which twinkled in the mid-winter light, she could see tables with white tablecloths and silverware. It was a floating restaurant. Possibly a cruising restaurant. The ropes which held the boat to the jetty did not look permanent.

Quinn had taken the time to dress well this morning, not because she had anticipated anything like this, but simply because she could. She had time to spare to take pains with the details of her clothing and hair and makeup. It was not something she had ever done before. In keeping with her determination to not behave like the old Quinn, she fussed over her appearance.

Now she was glad she had done so. It occurred to her that Toni was always well presented, even if she favored trousers and leather. While neither Noah nor Mitchell wore suits as Aslan did, they also were well-dressed at all times.

It was as if everyone was prepared for anything. If Aslan was often this spontaneous then they would need to be. Quinn suspected Aslan would not put up with employees who wore jeans and sneakers. Even the men on the estate in Innsbruck wore more formal jackets and dress trousers, not casual pants and jeans.

Aslan, of course, always wore fashionable business attire. Quinn knew nothing about couture, although she could tell from the gleam of the fabric in his suits that they were expensive. She guessed they were also tailored for they fit perfectly, without a wrinkle or bulge.

Aslan’s group were not the only well-dressed people sitting at the tables on the floating restaurant. As the ropes were tossed and the boat eased away from the jetty, Quinn studied the other diners. Everyone spoke softly, barely above the noise of the well-muffled engine.

She did not feel out of place among these people yet only a few weeks ago, she would not have fit in at all.

As the boat drifted upriver, waiters issued menus and served wine. Stronger drinks could be ordered. Quinn stuck with wine, though. She was not used to drinking, not even wine—even if it was the best.

Lessons given to her by uniformed marshals, years ago, lingered still.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.