Chapter Fifty One
Because they were simple, humble people, but very rich people, Oba had purloined a limousine for the evening, which of course had surprised their blond beauty as well as delighting her.
For those that have money, though quite illegal booty it was, comfort and ease are important matters, and as the limousine drifted off into the cold night, all concerned were quite relaxed, which of course was their African hostesses intent all along.
The rain had stopped, though the sky was still crushed with coal colored clouds and the area around Mal’s loft was dark, silent and seemingly waiting.
Watching the unusual crew of giants enter the limousine and feeling angst after doing so, Lieutenant Victor Garcia stepped from an alleyway and was about to do his thing, a matter mostly in
