Inside the device was a miniature receiver, silently waiting for a signal.
…
Fifty meters outside the villa, in a repair van parked by the roadside.
Carl stared at the monitor screen. The screen displayed the infrared image of the bathroom—two blurred figures stepping into the bathtub, embracing and sitting together.
"Target entering the bathtub," Carl whispered.
Hans held a palm-sized transmitter, his finger on the button: "The electrician confirmed the line is ready. The metal wire in the water is live, but the voltage is a safe 12 volts. As soon as I press this, the transformer will instantly raise the voltage to 240 volts, lasting for three seconds."
"Wait until they are fully submerged in the water." Carl kept his eyes on the screen.
On the screen, Diana and Dodi leaned against the edge of the bathtub, their bodies gradually sinking underwater. Dodi was kissing her neck, and Diana closed her eyes.
Now.
"Do it."
Hans pressed the button.
