He tossed the key ring to her, though his face remained shrouded in skepticism. "You baby boy could buy you a whole new wardrobe; and then you two can retrieve the goods, cash in, and share the proceeds. Why bother with the middle man, heh? Just more for yourselves."
She slipped him her hotel key card. "Nonsense! Brenner is the interloper here! I told you I'll call within the hour. Does he know what you look like?" She started to rise and placed several euros on the table for her untouched meal.
"No, we never met."
Allie gripped the keys. "Keep it that way. Don't say a word if he shows up."
His gaze traveled over her shoulder again, to the sidewalk beyond the low hedge separating the sidewalk from the bistro patio. "You best get going. I do believe your paramour is looking this way."