Hans had contacted a bottle collector named Bauer Sanders, a tycoon in the book publishing industry.
On the way to Phoenix, Hans contacted Bauer to confirm the time of their meeting. They arrived in Phoenix around noon, had a quick lunch, and made their way to Bauer’s villa located in the suburbs.
It was mid-July. The city really deserved the name "Phoenix," for it was as hot as the lair of the legendary fiery bird.
At 1:30 pm, they arrived at their destination. The villa was located in a luxury residential neighborhood next to a small lake surrounded by an abundance of tall trees with green foliage.
Hans made another phone call and soon they saw a white man who wore a pair of sunglasses waving to them in front of his villa.
Mr. Sanders shook hands with the three of them and laughed, "I’m Bauer Sanders, welcome to my place. Please come in, I’ve prepared some cold drinks."
