Chapter 54: LYON

I heard engines outside and looked at my watch. It was a bit early for my crew and their women to be showing up, the BBQs around here never kick off until about six or seven. Besides, that didn't sound like bikes out there. Probably Elena and her hen pack, though that sounded like way too many engines. Mancini and I had been working, he on that thing he carries around in his pocket that seems to hold a wealth of information and me on my computer. We'd got rid of Mengele's shit and had made doubly sure that there were no more surprises because I didn't trust her ass not to have something else on my shit that she 'forgot' to tell us about.