Chapter 44
“It doesn’t look all that different from the last place,” Gabriele said as they pulled up in front of the warehouse the next night. There were four cars already parked there.
“What should it look like?” Jules said. “It’s an old warehouse.”
“And it’s pretty close to the old place.”
“This is a warehouse district. They’re waiting for us.”
When they got to the door Jules reached for the key pad, but the door opened before he could start tapping his code. Philippe stood in the opening. He was in his work clothes, black pants, belted, a black dress shirt with the top button undone. He’d had the shirt tailor made to accentuate his build. He made an imposing bouncer.
He nodded, unsmiling, to Jules before turning his attention to Gabriele. “The New Orleans Clan welcomes you. Enter,
