CHAPTER 17“I’m in the middle of a late dinner,” Yann told me.
“So am I. What did you get?”
Behind him his wife was yelling, “Tell him you’ll call him back after we finish eating!”
I threatened him: “You want me to take my time about getting your fee to you?”
Yann shouted at his wife, “Shut up and put it back in the oven!” To me he said, “I spent almost an hour with Leon Doniol right after you called me. He was on his way to a local bar for a drink when I got there, so I went with him and bought him a few to loosen him up. That’ll be on my bill. His drinks and mine.”
“Naturally.”
“Plus I got a parking ticket on my car while I was in the bar with him. That’ll be on my bill, too.”
I took another bite of my sandwich and waited for him to get on with it.
“Okay,” Yann said briskly. “This
