with closely cut grey hair. He looked fit for his age and wore dark slacks and a white shirt which looked crisp, as though freshly ironed.

                Seated, drinks on side tables beside them, the men looked at each other.

                “I’m here…,” said Markus

                “I know, about my ex-wife, right?”

                “That’s correct. When did you see her last?”

                “A year ago. In court at our divorce....

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