Spider

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San Quirico D'Orcia, Tuscany Terry McLeod had been sitting patiently in his 'hide' for an hour.

He understood that even at the best of times things never happened quickly in Italy, and in Tuscany on a Sunday, well, events were likely to move slower than an injured snail.

The longer the wait, the sweeter the shot, he told himself.

He sipped bottled water from his rucksack and used the military-issue binoculars to keep a watch on events at the hotel. The King woman looked so happy as she moved around inside the sanctuary of her home.

Make the most of it, he told himself, I'm about to turn your happy little life right upside down.

He sat back and waited for his chance.

Patience was a virtue of McLeod's; he'd wait all day if he had to.