Nicole! Where are you?There was a brief crackling as the handset was moved from the screaming girl over to a heavy breathing, male voice, as if the person on the other end had suddenly exerted himself physically.
“Who is this?” Gorilla demanded.
“You know who it is. We"ve met before; Marseilles, I"m guessing and certainly Paris, where you shot me. Not fatal, but enough to cause me intense pain,” answered Marquez.
“We all have off days, next time I"ll make sure I aim higher. That"s a promise.”
“Of course, of course. You speak very good English for a Russian.”
“And you speak very good English for a soon to be dead man. But enough of the pleasantries. Give me the girl back,” growled Gorilla.
“Ah, if only it was that easy.”
Gorilla snarled into the phone. “Don"t make me come over there,
