Chapter Nineteen
Star gripped the pistol she had tightly between both her palms as she edged up to the hole in the floor. She could hear muted conversation as the men talked to each other. She paused, listening for a few minutes. Shaking her head, she frowned in confusion. The men were speaking in French! One man was trying to tell the other that he still loved him, black eyes and all. The other man moaned that his nose would make him uglier now.
“Luc, I would love you no matter how crooked your nose was,” the one man assured him in a deeply accented voice.
“We weren’t supposed to open the box, Jon Paul,” Luc replied. “The man said that we were only to pick up a box in space, do not open it, and he would buy this piece of s**t from us when we delivered it still sealed to him! How are we
