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Senn in Venice

THE MYSTERY SERIES

Chapter 48: The Rendezvous in The Dark

Senn jolted out of bed in a sweat. He'd had that dream again, sinking helplessly into a dark, freezing ocean, unable to move a muscle. He'd started having this dream on and off since he arrived in Venice searching for Laura.

Irritated by the dream's repeated ferocity, Senn got out of his (way too soft) bed and looked at the digital clock on the wall.

4.44 AM.

From his window, he could hear the lapping sounds of the canal water a few meters away. He'd moved into his new Airbnb attic flat in Guidecca, the island immediately south of the central islands of Venice. The Police escorts had booked a room in the same guest house and took turns to guard his front door.

He was meeting Stephan at 6 AM at Basilica Santa Maria della Salute was on the main island, and a short boat ride across the central canal.

After many deliberations, Senn had decided to meet him without his guards in tow. Senn did not want to risk their lives in any way. Especially now that Laura was always with him, he had to follow Stephan's instructions and meet him alone.

The only problem was the Police guards. Before they got suspicious, he had to circumvent them and return to the flat.

Senn had hatched a hazy plan before going to bed and intended to try it out. The probability of it succeeding depended heavily on how quiet he could be during the exit from the building.

Senn kept the lights off in the studio as he pulled his combat boots and strapped his push daggers into place. He'd gone to bed fully dressed to ensure a swift and silent exit in the morning. He tiptoed into the toilet and glanced at his dark outline in the mirror. His all-black attire made for an ideal camouflage, including the hooded jacket that amply veiled his face's white bandages.

Senn stepped onto the covered toilet seat, looked up, and quietly unlatched the narrow skylight above.

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