Bruce
I was in Rome now, a strange, nostalgic experience as nostalgia itself popped in and said hello. Was it the old buildings or the old roads? Or perhaps it was the old battle that came once again to my mind. Maximus said nothing as we got down from the plane and headed toward the car made available by Maloney himself.
“You remember, don’t you?” Maximus eventually said in the car.
“I remember.” I looked out the window, the lifeless daughter’s eyes flashing in my mind again. In truth, the whole ordeal had caused the Russians to pull out of Italy. “Too many painful memories,” Ivan had said to me when he had picked up his daughter and gotten his revenge, slicing off the head of Senior Lee in Chinese triad style.
“It is lovely,” the Hand had said. “It’s just not for me,” he added quic
