Chapter Six
William Shanahan turned onto the Rue Roschach and cruised into L'Union, a suburb not far from Toulouse. He parked near the Campanile Toulouse Nord L'Union hotel and restaurant, which appeared as a cafeteria of sorts. He strolled into the restaurant, looked around and saw a familiar figure waving at him. He was glad to recognize Joe Bieber from the CIA in the far corner. They shook hands and clapped each other's shoulders before taking seats at the table.
“This is a surprise,” William smiled. “I thought for sure you were sending a flunkie.”
“It was too much of a temptation,” Joe grinned. “Besides, there's a INTERPOL meeting right around the same time as the NATO conference next week. I didn't see the harm of coming in early and catching up with an old friend. You look good. H
