Continued from Part II.
Von Shiff walked into the hotel elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor. His bodyguard stayed to check the floor as the doors closed, saying “Mitchell is waiting downstairs.”
The elevator started to descend, then jerked to a halt. The roof panel clanked, then was opened from above, and a woman in a black jumpsuit slid gracefully into the lift.
Von Shiff raised an eyebrow. “Agent Dittrich,” he said, “how good to finally make your acquaintance.”
She punched him on the jaw, then shoved him backwards, slamming into the lift wall, her fingers wrapping around his throat. He grabbed her wrists but her grip tightened.
He looked into her eyes. They were dark, wild, and angry.
“You are mistaken,” he said. “I didn’t kill Paul Cavendish.”
“You poisoned him,” she said. “In cold blood, while you sat in the lobby downstairs.”
“I am not a murderer,” he said, struggling against the pressure on his throat. “Thief, yes, spy, yes, lawbreaker for hire, yes. But not a murderer. I am sorry for what happened to him. He was a clear headed man. But Greer is playing you.”
Ever so slightly, her grip softened. He had found a way in to her head, he saw. Time to press his attack.
“Explain,” she hissed.
“You are here to arrest me?” said von Shiff. “You’ve had me under surveillance for weeks. Now that I have done such a terrible thing, those are your orders, yes?”
She didn’t move.
“No,” he said. “Greer suspended you. Tried to send you away for a while.”
“How did you know that?” she whispered.
To be continued…