He checked in at his hotel, found his case of kit waiting for him, and began to do some surveillance on Giallo. The coffin collector was known for frequenting certain restaurants and bars in the area, so establishing the millionaire’s routine became easy. Studying his new enemy proved informative. The men guarding the old coffin tycoon were seasoned pros. Not ex-military; most likely former mafia enforcers whose skills had been honed in the Italian underworld. After shadowing Giallo for over a week, he got a lucky break when his quarry visited one of his regular hangouts. Talon was nursing a glass of tonic water at the bar when a fellow American took a tumble after one drink too many. The young girl he’d been chatting up wrapped her arm around him and, displaying more strength than one would expect from her tiny frame, dragged him to the back of the bar. The beauty, which Talon now recognized as one of Giallo’s employees, must’ve slipped something in his drink. Talon followed both of them through the rear exit into an alley.
