"Oi, Joey." said the man with the newspaper. "Did you see here where
Jimmy Monahan got dead in Paris?"

"Jimmy Monahan was intentionally in Paris?" said Danny, who was
being called 'Joey' at the moment. "I'm surprise he ever got away
from the pub in Dublin."

"'Posing as an American named Parker, he was the star witness in a
major Interpol case.'" read the man with the newspaper.

"He always wanted to be a star." Danny said. "Do you remember
his 'insurance policy' speech?"

"Oh yeh." said the man. "'Nothing better happen to me, mates, or
something very nice will get broken...'"

"Crazy bastard. I wonder who got him."

"Ex-wife probably. Remember when he was with Moira Callahan?"

"Crazy bitch." Danny laughed. "Stabbed Craig with a nail file,
didn't she?"

"I heard it was an ice pick."

"Could have been an ice pick." Danny allowed, nodding. "Could have
been an ice pick."

Danny put the electrical cord down. The man he was torturing had
passed out.

"You know, he was serious about that insurance policy." Danny said,
thoughtfully.

"Nah, Monahan was full of it." scoffed the man.

"No, no, he was serious." Danny said. "Very serious."

"Yeah?" said the man.

"Yeah." Danny said. He rubbed his chin. "Right, can you go and get
me a ticket to Paris? Just pick a passport out of the drawer there."

"Right you are." said the man. "What are you going to do?"

"Knock over a police evidence van." Danny said.

"Haa." the man laughed, one long sound. Then he saw Danny was
serious. "Oh...kay." he finally said.

The man Danny was torturing had woken back up. "Ready to say a few
words?" Danny said with a pleasant smile, taking his gag off.

In six hours Danny was in Paris.

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Danny MacDonald
Smuggler/Fixer
The Legion