Gorilla thought he knew the answer to the next question, but he wanted it from the man"s mouth. “Who is the next one on your list, David? Who is the next pay-day? Is it Paris?”
“Uh-huh… military man… we flipped a coin for it. Heads the military man… tails… the old man… I got tails!”
Gorilla thought he sounded disappointed. “How"s he going to do it, David?”
Gioradze shrugged his shoulders. “Dunno, how… gun suppose, maybe… his choice… on the bridge though. Pont Nerfff… the military man goes there every Sunday, takes a stroll, meets people… your people… bloody KGB… bloody.”
The cocktail was wearing down. Gorilla waited again and then gently, quietly, he carried on with his questions. “David? You were telling me about the military man on the bridge.”
“Uh-huh… Pont Nerfff.”
“The Pont Neuf
