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list of suspects.”
    “Well, that’s a start. They better be quick
at finding this person. The pictures are pretty provocative, at least in your
case.”
    “Yes, they are. But nothing had happened
since Luxembourg,” Martina said pensively, but Sasha could tell she was
worried. “Nobody has contacted us or sent us more prints. It’s really strange.”
    “Yes, I wonder what this is about. Let’s
see what the boys come up with. If Ted and Tom make no progress we should take
matters in our own hands. I just don’t like the thought that we depend on two
guys who have completely botched up and who are the main reason why we are in
this misery.”
    Martina nodded. Then she looked up.
    “Have you contacted the Galloways about the
picture?” she asked.
    Sasha snorted. “Why should I?”
    “One of them is in the picture with you,”
Martina replied, a little surprised by the vehement reaction. “Wouldn’t it be
fair to warn them? And perhaps they were given a picture, too. If a picture was
given to them in a city other than New York or Luxembourg, it might have clues
pointing to a suspect.”
    Martina was right, Sasha had to admit. It
could definitely narrow down the list of suspects.
    “Yes,” she said, smiling at the Argentine.
“Good idea. I’ll let them know.”
    It was a frightening thought and Sasha had
no intention of getting close to the twins. But Martina’s argument couldn’t be
easily dismissed. After saying goodbye to Martina she shouldered her bag and
left the locker room. Wandering down the hallway she then realized that she
hadn’t thought about her big nose for more than fifteen minutes. Instead she
now thought about the Galloways, which was just as bad.
     
    ***
     
     
    This was definitely a great place for a
wedding, Ted thought, turning his head towards the sea and feeling the breeze
on his face.
    Mighty waves were rolling in on the beach
and the majestic rocks that lined the shore along the Great Ocean Road looked
like they would remember a wedding vow until the end of time. They weren’t
called Apostles for no reason. You had to mean it.
    “Now without the shirt!” The command and
the subsequent whistles brought Ted back to reality. He nodded at the
photographer and the grinning lighting crew and pulled the shirt over his head.
No time to dream about weddings that would never happen. At least not for him.
    They had been working all morning on a
photo shoot for his sponsor and, after a couple more shots, the photographer
called for a quick break.
    When Ted sat down on a set chair to enjoy
the scenery a car came down the track and stopped next to the makeup van. Ted
immediately tensed up, when he saw who had arrived.
    “Hey, guys,” Carina Gnocchi waved to the
whole team, then walked over to Ted and sat down next to him. Ted had forgotten
that their sponsor had scheduled them together for the photo shoot.
    “Hi, Carina,” Ted said without looking up.
He didn’t want to give her any hope for a deep conversation.
    “How are you?” she asked. “Have you
processed the loss?”
    Oh dear, Ted thought. Carina was quick at
cutting right to the chase. Ted held on to his soda for a little while, counted
five of the Twelve Apostles, then turned to the German.
    “Sure did,” he said with a smile. “How
about you? Is your No. 1 ranking in danger?” Carina had lost in the fourth
round, just as Ted had.
    She sighed very loudly. “It might be. I
only have two hundred points more than Mrachova, and I have about a thousand
points to defend in the next six weeks. Not a good start for me, I have to
admit.”
    “Renard is closing in on you, ready to take
the spot as the best German player,” Ted teased her, glad that the conversation
was no longer focusing on his loss.
    “Oh please,” Carina snorted. “She is just
having a nice little run here.”
    “Quarterfinal, no less,” Ted said.
Apparently Carina didn’t like Elise. Ted raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say
anything. He didn’t have to