''FATAL SURVEILLANCE'' - DIANNA DIVERNO - ODLOMAK ROMANA

Night slowly descended over Yvelines, the southwestern part of Paris. The rain stopped falling and the asphalt was wet. Spring in Paris was wet, rainy, and the weeks of April with sunny, warm days were rare.
A long black limousine stopped briefly at a traffic light at the intersection of Avenie de Versailessa and headed across the bridge. The column on the bridge over the Seine was long and somewhat stagnant. One traffic lane was not in circulation, the traffic warden was standing and regulating the traffic. The limousine moved slowly across the bridge, then turned onto Avenue de Emil-Zola toward Boulevard Galibardi. In the distance, in Cham de Mars, was the gleaming and beautiful Eiffel Tower. At a slightly faster pace, the black limousine moved towards Montparness, where it stopped in front of a building on Boulevard de Montparness.
A young blonde woman got out of the limo. She said something briefly to the driver and then, in a gray coat and black high heels that echoed on the sidewalk, she stormed into building number 75.
The limousine stayed to wait for her.
A few cars down the street, a gray-and-blue Ford was parked. A man sitting in a Ford observed a building and a limousine parked in front of the entrance. For a moment, from the briefcase that was left next to him in the second seat, he pulled out a picture of that blonde young woman under which it was written: Madame Beatrice Lopez Blaisy, Bois de Bologne, Avenia Mozart 38, Paris, France. On another piece of paper was a report of all the basic, personal data of Madame Blaisy. The man watched her face for a few moments, then set the picture aside. He picked up the phone.
- The white building in Boulevard de Montparness with number 75, the subject has been in the building for half an hour. She entered the building alone - he put down the phone on the side.
Madame Blaisy left the building three hours later. Her young, sensual face showed complete relaxation, and the look with which she brushed the black limousine in front of the entrance was icy and superficial. She sighed deeply and pulled the coat she was wearing as close to her as possible. She was wearing nothing but a coat and her skin was shivering from the cold wind. Her heels echoed down the sidewalk. She ordered the driver to drive her home.
In the same way, the black limousine came back, and the blue-gray Ford kept at a discreet distance all the time.

A gray-and-blue Ford pulled up in front of a building in Montparness and a tall man in a black, leather coat got out of it. He picked up his briefcase and looked around. The parking lot was clean at that time of night. The man headed slowly toward the building. He was reached by the noise of engines in the distance and the hustle and bustle circulating in Paris at night. He headed for the entrance to the building. He took the elevator to floor number eleven and turned the dark hallway around the corner toward the apartment he rented. It was apartment number 328, and it was a two-and-a-half-room apartment with a kitchen, an assembly room, a small bathroom and a view of the Catacombs. Unlike most of the travelers who arrived in Paris, Nicolas was not one of those who suffered from trivia - a view of the Seine or the Eiffel Tower. The catacombs were enough for him, some things were outdated for him. He took off his leather coat and neatly put it in the closet. He stretched and took off the glasses he wore every day. He rubbed his eyes and put his glasses in the black holster.
The apartment he lived in was a bit gloomy, simply furnished where every thing had its place. Nicolas greatly appreciated tidiness, his mother taught him that.
There was no time to rest. Ever since he finished his surveillance studies and has been supervising and monitoring various people for a long time, he knew that there were no appropriate and specific working hours in his job. The job was done only when the general impression and conclusion about the observation would be made, or if the character he was following would be caught in the act or if it would be shown that the search was superfluous ...
Did he like adultery cases?
Once upon a time ...
In the first year of study.

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Kriminalistički, detektivski i erotski roman ''Fatal Surveillance'' Dajane Diverno je preveden na engleski jezik. Scenario ovog romana je pre 13 godina prevela profesorica A.Rehm. Nameće se pitanje da li će ovaj roman biti objavljen i kada?
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