Chapter 62: Lyon

"How did you know she smoked weed?"

"Her lips."

"Geez, Mancini, you're a scary f*ck. How'd you know the kid was going to bring her here?"

"He's young and trying to woo her; there's a whole bloody ocean at his backdoor; what would you do if you were him?"

"Point!"

I watched from the shadows as the pothead ramped his sh*t up, getting the kid to spill. "He didn't add anything more illegal to the grass, did he?"

"No, that was the only part that was up for grabs. I didn't know how she'd react to it, but I took a wild guess. It does have certain properties to it, after all, and the strain your dad and daughter have been working on is a little more, shall we say, truth serum-ish."

"Dafuq are you talking about?" The fool walked away, laughing, and headed back towards the house where the others were waiting. "What exactly is it that he and Mengele are up to anyway?"

"Lots of things, brother, don't sweat it. It's our turn to put the kids to sleep." Sh*t, I forgot all about that.