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The Other Woman

“Gabriel remained in the window longer than he should have, watching the shrinking taillight of the motorcycle, pursued by the blacked-out Passat.  When the two vehicles were gone, he looked down at the man lying in the street.  Snow whitened him.  He was as dead as a man could be.  He was dead, thought Gabriel, before he arrived in Vienna.  Dead before he left Moscow.”