““Slaton moved closer and reached a hand under the waist of her unzipped jacket. To anyone watching, they would appear as lovers engaged in a parting embrace. Astrid tensed visibly as his hand curled around her beltline and found the gun. He’d made her take it when they left the chalet—that X-ray image he could never have explained. He discreetly pulled the Glock clear and slid it under his own jacket. “I might need this.” She pulled back and smiled nervously. “One hour,” he repeated. She nodded and turned away, crunching over a sidewalk paved in clouded ice. Astrid turned a corner and disappeared””
