Chapter 399

• I put my carry-on suitcase down on the bed and opened it. Next, I unzipped the backpack I picked up from the locker earlier. I took the two Jericho’s out and took them along with the cleaning kit to the living room. It had two couches on either side in front of large windows. After I closed the blinds, I started cleaning them.
• I wiped the table when I was finished and put the guns in the safe, hidden away in a cupboard in the bedroom. I left the yacht, locking the door behind me and walked down the jetty and to the parking lot of the marina. With dinner bought, I took it back to the yacht and sat on the open deck, watching the yachts around me as I ate.
• Paul Jameson was standing at the door as a maid and a chef stepped off the yacht and left for the night. He was alone. His bodyguard, John Browne, had left an hour earlier. He was twenty-nine years old, approximately six feet and one inches, weighing two hundred and twenty pounds. He worked out, shaved his head and had brown eyes. He carried a Glock 19, sixteen rounds if he carried it one-up.