Pasadena, California – The agreement“‘Nighthawks... Nighthawks’. But how the devil did you think of using a nickname like that?" The voice of man on the other end of the phone was hoarse and deep.
"Why, don’t you like it? Do you know how much I care?" replied the big, sweaty guy who, slouched in an old frayed armchair, was sipping a high-calorie drink.
“Okay, okay. Don’t get worked up, you old fatso. You can call yourselves ‘The angels of heaven’ for all I care, just as long as you bring me that lovely gadget you used, to see."
"Have you seen what a beautiful little toy?"
"You can’t see much from the photos in the paper, but after you ‘claimed responsibility for the attack’ I decided to go and check in person."
"Well? So? What do you think?”
"I have to say that the two holes under th
