Germany. On standby. In a choice Berlin hotel suite. Waiting for the Blooms to return with intel from German CIA asset, Hans Bauer. Something about the black market sale of a powerful code-breaking device. Absolutely nothing on TV here; some dubbed American sitcoms, a German game show about animal noises, and an infomercial for a giant sponge shaped like a foot... to scrub your feet... I think. My German's a tad rusty.
Looking around the room. Blooms didn't unpack. Should help Steven organize his things. Put away his socks. Run my fingers through his T-shirts. Wait... are those complimentary hotel pajamas I see?
I'm back. Operation Silky PJ is a success! Like being wrapped up in strands of angel hair. You can even see my pecs from a certain angle. Feel like a king. Must be what it's like to be... Steven just walked in. And Samantha. Gotta run.
Back from the investigation at Club Der Verien. It was like a country club. With extra helpings of sexy. Sans the old folks. Or golf pants requirement. There were gaggles of lovelies there. Dancing seductively. With long legs. The kind you want to slide down all day. You should've seen them. Well - I should've seen them. But I didn't. I was in the car. With Mrs. Bloom. Searching for the killer's vehicle.
We got the code-breaker! Traced it to an office building. Steven, Samantha and Agent Leo Nash broke in. I monitored security cameras from the car. I still remember Steven scaling the building. Like a muscular human spider. My face pressed against the window. His movements elegant, purposeful. I fogged up the glass.