Thanos Kalamidas - Action

The rain over Lake Geneva was a conspiracy of needles, cold, sharp, relentless. Inside a penthouse suite at the Hôtel Beau-Rivage, a dead man sat upright in a silk armchair. His name was Henri Marceau, a mid-level procurement officer for NATO’s Joint Air Power Competence Centre. The bullet hole in his forehead was a single, precise question mark. Blood had pooled in his lap like spilled wine. The killer had used a subsonic round, no noise, no witnesses, no mercy. The hotel’s security cameras ha