Lucien

Lucien

The ambulance aircraft touched down at a hospital in the city in a few hours’ time. Proserpina had slipped into a state of unconsciousness and he could see that the two nursing assistants were becoming increasingly agitated.

He had already arranged for a group of his men to join him at the hospital and when they touched down, a large group of his trusted men was waiting there.

A local arms dealer, who was also an important man in the government, was waiting for him too. Chico Martinez was a tall and elegant man, his thinning black hair neatly gelled and his clothes as dapper as ever.

He was also a thorough gentleman if one could use the term for a gangster with morals.

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“Your wife?” he said, coming forward, noting the grim-faced look on Lucien Delano’s face.

“Is she alright?”

He watched along with Lucien as the unconscious little woman was wheeled away immediately by a set of frantic attendants. Lucien made to follow her but Chico laid a restraining hand on his arm.

“They a