Two bleary little eyes were looking at him. A tattoo poked out of a dirty shirt collar near the left ear. The man’s breath smelled of alcohol and rotting teeth. ‘What?’ ‘Do you have a cigarette?’ Russell suddenly realized where he was. He sat up, feeling his joints creakin...
‘Fucking vultures.’ ‘What did you expect, Nicolas? We steered clear of them at the garage, but you can’t avoid them forever. They’re the least of our problems. Just keep that in mind.’ Lacroix stopped the car at the entrance. Seeing the inspector inside, the horde of reporters shifted position wi...
Through the bars, she could see a few dark sedan cars parked in the small forecourt, and next to the cars a bright red motorcycle propped on its kickstand. An Italian bike, she thought. Thing had happened the way she had imagined. When she had approached the gate, the guard on duty, a square-jawe...