LUCIEN  'S POINT OF VIEW.

I killed the engine on my Harley and pulled out my phone. With a deep sigh, I hit call on an old friend.

“Hello.” His voice droned in after the first ring. He was always so punctual; it’s why I still had him around. “Who is this?”

The fucker was also wanted in at least five different top nations, and couldn’t risk being caught, so he had his digital footprint scrubbed every two minutes to hide any trace of his whereabouts. He probably ...