The Hunters [antikvár]

I [ONE] Danubius Hotel Gellért Ssent Gellért tér 1 Budapest, Hungary 0035 1 August 2005 When he heard the ping of the bell announcing the arrival of an elevator in the lobby of the Gellért, Sándor Tor, who was die director of security for the Budapester Tagies Zeitung., raised his eyes from a copy of the newspaper—so fresh from the presses that his fingers were stained with ink—to see who would be getting off. He was not at all surprised to see that it was Eric Ko-cian, managing director and editor in chief of the newspaper. The first stop of the first Ta^es ZeitunLi delivery truck to leave the plant was the Gellért. The old man must have been looking out his window again, Tor thought, waiting to see the truck arrive. Tor was a burly fifty-two-year-old with a fiill head of curly black hair and a fiill mustache. He wore a dark blue single-breasted suit carefiilly tailored to conceal the Swiss SIGARMS P228 9mm semiautomatic pistol he carried in a high-ride hip holster. He looked like a successftil businessman with a very good tailor, but he paled beside Eric Kocian, who stepped J^'.lj