What do you not drive human hearts into, cursed Craving for gold!
Virgil – The Aeneid (iii.56)
Pont de Grenelle, 16th Arrondissement, Paris 16th July – 9:05pm
They were late.
They’d said quarter to and it was already five past. It made him uneasy to be standing out in the open for this long. If they weren’t there in the next five minutes he was leaving, a million dollars or not.
He patted his pocket nervously. It was still there; he could feel it through the black woollen material, its warm weight pressing against his thigh. It was still safe.
A teenage couple, arms interlinked,