VINCENT MOREAU
The time then came when the Spider found the web he had cast over Paris a bit too small.
Something about the Parisian Mafia felt minor and small scale. Nothing much except bank robberies here and there, and a few drugs being sold about. I thought that if I could play the same game somewhere else, I would be far bigger. So I gathered all that I could and moved to America. In Paris, my network had become intricate, but it was limited as well.
It struck me that I wanted more power, and a delicate web spun across petty thieves, small gangs and their occasional rivals was nothing. As far as I was concerned, the city's underworld had grown stale-or I had rather grown past it-and its opportunities had become too predictable. I wanted to be bigger and better. I wanted to be a le
