Chapter 58: LYON

I hadn't seen Mengele in about five minutes and with shit being what it is was sure that was not a good thing. I was still trying to come to terms with everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. We'd spent more time this afternoon trying to figure out how three eight year old kids had pieced that shit together than anything else.

As a dad it's hard to discipline your kid when the shit she's done could save lives. Mancini was all for her carrying on as long as she was safe, but I'm not too sure I want my little girl that invested in this shit. If I leave it to him this fuck would have my kid in some basement somewhere hunting down assholes.

He'd already looked into her two new friends and was campaigning hard for us to call their parents and let them in on what their kids were up to. The only problem with that was the fact that we'd have to let them in on why the kids were doing that shit in the first place, so we'd all agreed that we'd hold off on that