She felt the weight of the Beretta in her pocket. The game wasn't over; it was just getting started.
"I have everything," he replied, his accent thick and unmistakable. "But the price has changed." RawEuro_-_French_Connection_-_Alexis_Tivoli_&_A...
A black sedan pulled onto the curb, its headlights cutting through the mist like twin blades. The door creaked open, and a man stepped out, his silhouette sharp against the city lights. He didn't speak; he simply held up a small, leather-bound briefcase—the "French Connection" they had spent months tracing across three borders. She felt the weight of the Beretta in her pocket