90 seconds.
Breucker watched the silver second hand slide across the white face of his elegant watch.
89.
88.
From a tiny cafe perched atop the Manor department store, Breucker had a spectacular view of Lucerne and the snow-capped mountains that encompassed it. He had loved this ancient city since his childhood, though the decades had cooled his passion. He loathed all the tourists who came here for nothing more than to take photos of the lake, eat Swiss chocolate, and buy a Swiss watch.
75.
Taking a drag from a rather potent cigarette, he peered over the edge of the building, down to the sidewalk below, nestled in a canyon of buildings that were centuries old.
In 70 seconds, the Australian would walk by the entrance of the department store.
65.
64.
63.
Breucker sipped his beer and allowed himself a rare smile.
Ten stories down, on the sidewalks of Lucerne, everything would change.
One minute to go…