Ferrari nodded.
“It will be an accident.”
Maurer’s face turned a purple red.
“You don’t even know where she is! You don’t know a thing about the set-up. How the hell can you talk like this?”
Ferrari gave him a sneering little smile.
“She’s at the Ocean Hotel, Barwood. She’s on the top floor, facing the sea. There are twenty guards; five of them in the grounds, five guarding the top floor, five in the three rooms below her windows, and five off duty. No one can enter the hotel without a security check. No one is allowed near the top floor. The elevators only travel to the ninth floor. Three police women remain with her day and night and never let her out of their sight. When she takes a bath the door is left open and one of the police women sits just outside. She isn’t allowed to leave her room. There is no means of climbing up to her window as the windows below are guarded. The roof is perpendicular, and the only skylight to it is guarded day and night. What makes you think I don’t know the set-up?”
Maurer felt a cold chill run down his back. He stared at Ferrari as if he had been suddenly transformed into a snake.
“You’re lying! How the hell do you know all this? I’ve had the place watched for days and I haven’t even found her room!”
Ferrari smiled.
“But then you are an amateur, and I am a professional.”