47 ◆ Change Your Ways ◆

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[ Lyon, France ]

"Is Kel home now?"

"Yeah."

"Busy with trainings again? She's doing surgery rounds now. Right?"

"Yeah. Her favorite department." I glanced at my cousin and reclined beside him, minding the concern in his husky voice. The lack of good lighting made it difficult to assess whether Ricchar looked as sleepy or bored as I was, but maybe he was just antsy. Like me.

It was almost ten. We'd been stuck in the backseat of this rental SUV for the past three hours now, waiting for someone from the Interpol headquarters to call us for a meet-up. Our hotel rooms were on the 20th floor.

In the front seat beside the driver, Niccolo looked busy with his laptop again. He must be tracking the newest shipments under Leandro Tomassini's name. And the ones under his aliases.

If our hunches turned out right, they w