There were bodyguards about. For Mads's protection, of course. There had been another attempt on his life. Third one this week and it was getting bothersome. He left the office building that day, briefcase in hand and coat draped over his arm. He had to go pick up a cat food for Sapphire. That would take ten minutes according to his schedule. Or even less time if Eva did it for him. And she was going to. He was placing the call as he walked.