Gorilla smiled. Now they were getting somewhere. “Good. Next question. I am looking for a particular man, a man who recently purchased several of your products, say, within the last month or so.”
“No, that is not possible. I have had no clients since summer last year,” said Dumont, hoping he had put enough emphasis into his lie.
Gorilla smiled. He knew the man was lying. He knew, because he'd already tracked down the other two notable forgers to the underworld of Belgium over the past few days. One knew nothing, because he was in a graveyard, having died of a heart attack the previous summer. The other had spilled his guts the moment Gorilla had stuck the barrel of his g*n in his eye and threatened to remove his fingers with his straight razor. He too, had known nothing.
But this man wa
