The third of a serial killer trilogy.
The taxi sped up the secluded hillside area and, sure enough, just as Cold Stone had suspected, there were no guards at the first gate, nor even the main gate itself. The taxi driver refused to enter the main courtyard however. He dropped them off at the entrance to El Jefe's personal palace, did a u-turn and sped away as fast as he could. "Out of the frying pan into the fire Lady Stone? There's no turning back now." "Just follow me Fenton, or should I say 'El Jefe de la Habana?" "Lady Stone, lady Stone, we have been waiting for you. Where have you been? We have been waiting for our next orders." So now all she had to do was sort out the Canadian operation.