In Malta.
The sun was bright over Gozo, but the wind coming off the Mediterranean Sea was sharp and cold. Huan stood by the stone railing of a viewpoint overlooking the blue water. He took a deep breath, feeling the salty air fill his lungs.
It had been a long time since he could just stand still and look at the sea without thinking about work.
However, he was not truly alone. Even though they were on a private trip, Huan could sense the presence of the guards. They were everywhere. He saw a man in a plain windbreaker standing fifty yards away on a limestone path. He saw another near the parked SUV.
Alexander did not want to lower his guard. Even on an island like Gozo, he did not want to take risks. He hadn't told Huan about the extra security, but Huan knew the patterns too well to miss them.
