About the book: 1973 / He went to the newsstand at three minutes to eleven, picked up the morning edition and TV news. Another minute passed while he scanned the headlines in the light of the kiosk. He crossed to the other side of the street. The dog, which was being led on a leash, looked back at him, then, at the owner’s order, turned right. The sidewalk was empty. There was one minute left until eleven. He was absolutely precise, as his partner loved punctuality. When the dark sedan pulled into the parking lot, you would have thought that for the sake of this short meeting they had checked their chronometers several hours ago..