"Wow… So the chick left the nest, huh?… I wasn't expecting it, clever boy." Kizart's cracked voice sounded slightly more sullen than normal.
His scowling little eyes were fixed on the mask of indifference that was projected on Santino's face.
"I don't think the matter is of importance ..." he said dryly, as he took the car keys out of his pocket. "How did you find out?"
They were both walking toward the parking lot of the modest motel where he had spent the night. As eleven o'clock closed in the morning, his cell phone rang on the premise of an anonymous call. He answered, but the line was instantly cut off. Going down to the driveway, ready to pick up the car and drive away, he met Kizart's haggard face.
"Pixis keeps me up to date on everything," said the thin-haired fellow, walking a
