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26 - Xavier

Xavier was angry. Things had to be going very badly wrong for him to be upset; anger was an emotion he rarely experienced. Dressed in a $2000 Simolean, hand-tailored, suit, he calmly walked through the hotel's foyer

and crossed the rear patio. Without pausing, he took the path to Annie's chalet. Un-holstering his silenced 9mm, he walked calmly into the living room. "Who the ..." He double-tapped the questioner,

turned and fired twice into the bedroom.

Holstering the weapon, he turned on his heel and left, pulling the front door to.

Casually he crossed the hotel gardens, heading for the saunas and massage centre. He paused outside the smaller sauna and silently tried the latch. Locked.

He listened briefly, he could hear a couple having sex. Cautiously he moved to the large one and slowly opened the door. Other than an elderly couple making out in the corner, the sauna was empty - they didn't notice him. He'd instinctively known all along she'd be in one of the massage rooms, but he had to be sure.

He walked into the reception area, crisply spoke a single word (that translated as "Inspection"), entered the small office beyond and locked the door, all before the receptionist had even blinked.

He looked at the room board, she was in 2 or 6. He turned right down the access corridor towards room 6 and listened outside the door.

He heard her muffled voice, but couldn't catch the words. A pause. "But, Miss Jimenez, I think you are exactly that kind ..." The 9mm bullet pierced the masseur's nape, severed his spinal cord and lodged in his brain. Xavier knew the details before the bullet had impacted. By the time Analise screamed he was over half-way back to the chalet.