A few hours later
2:34 PM
After delivering the weapons to Mark, I head to the bistro I usually go to after risky missions.
I don’t drink, but I like the calm atmosphere there. Anything that helps me avoid seeing my father is good enough for me.
BISTRO
4:45 p.m.
I'm calmly sipping my coffee, settled at a table.
"I didn’t expect to see you here."
I lift my head and meet an unforgettable pair of blue eyes.
Mathieu. I smile at the sight of my former colleague. I invite him to sit across from me.
"I didn’t expect to see you again at all."
"You left like a thief in the night. You didn’t leave a number or an address."
"I didn’t exactly want to be found."
"What happened to your face?"
He studies me carefully.
"Occupational hazard."
He looks around to make sure no one can hear us. T
