They had happened to be sitting in the same sidewalk cafe when Christina struck up a conversation with them in her usual gregarious fashion. Schneider had seen immediately that the good-natured young husband was almost a kid, and the young wife had a virginally proud appearance that appealed to his sadistic character. He had talked on at great length, and enjoyed the way he was impressing the young couple as a sophisticated European. But all the while his eyes had roamed over the young blonde's upturned breasts, enticingly outlined by a thin summer sweater.

"I don't think he'll want to do it," Christina frowned and lifted her knees, leaning back against the grass on her arms.

"That's where the young wife comes in," Schneider grinned gloatingly.

Yesterday they had hardly left the cafe when he'd realized that his lewd fantasies about the young blonde were entirely possible. A plan had occurred to him in which he would not only enjoy the sexy blonde wife, but the heroin problem would be solved as well.

Schneider's multi-million dollar heroin smuggling operation had suffered a temporary halt at the U.S. end of the line when customs had installed an elaborate new screening process which had already detected two of Schneider's shipments. But with the help of the American couple, Fritz felt sure that he had discovered an ingenious method for slipping through at least four or five caches of the narcotic with absolutely no risk to himself. Jack Thompson, who had exuberantly identified himself as the son of an important congressman, would have an almost diplomatic immunity because of his father's congressional status. Schneider gloated to himself, running his mind over the clever plan once again. Two suitcases filled with heroin and carried by Jack Thompson would net Schneider a considerable sum, but it was the other part of the plan, where the American's young bride came into play, which really caught Fritz Schneider's interest.