I wrote a scene from Dieter's point of view a couple day...

I wrote a scene from Dieter's point of view a couple days ago. I've done a few scenes from his POV for a future book, but this is the first one that's going to see the light of day. It'll be in Episode 4.

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SPOILERS FOR RAE ***AND LIZZY*** BELOW.
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An hour later, the Gulfstream jet’s engines revved up, whining as the packed plane rotated to taxi to the runway. Dieter sat beside one of the white-haired German lawyers who probably wouldn’t understand Allemanic, the Swiss dialect that von Hannover and all the security men spoke.

Dieter cranked his muscle-bound body around in his seat, regretting slacking off on his flexibility training yet again, to check that Wulfram was far in the back of the plane, still sitting beside Rae Stone.

Most people wouldn’t see the difference in him, but Dieter could. Every time that Wulfram looked at that woman, he caught his breath like his heart had started beating again. Every time another man looked at her, Wulfram’s breath stilled like he was pulling the trigger on his sniper rifle.

Dieter only wished that his own wife had that effect on him, but he loved her. They had a daughter who would be nearly as beautiful as her mother. His work left very little time for arguing, anyway.

He dialed Luca on his cell phone. “Do you have Valencia and Pajari yet?”

“Negative,” Luca said. “Valencia is not answering his phone, and Pajari never had one of our European SIM cards installed.”

“Elands. Use Grimaldi’s security for the hotel. Send everyone else into Paris to find them before we land in the States.”

“Before you land? Von Hannover is leaving without them secured? How in great, sulfurous Hell did you convince him to be sensible?”

“I told him that we had Valencia and Pajari at the hotel.”

“Jesus Fucking Christ.”

“He will fire me as soon as he discovers it, no matter what happens to Valencia and Pajari. If you don’t find them safe by the time we land, he will also kill me with his bare hands.”

He torqued himself around to glance at Wulfram and Reagan again. They were speaking softly, foreheads together. Wulfram was smiling a small, real smile, not that cold slash he showed the world.

Dieter turned back and stretched his long legs to the bulkhead, saying to Luca, “But he’s not going to die on his wedding day.”