Teuns looks at the black Spaniard for a long time, and his full memory has returned. He realizes now that he is looking at the biggest gangster who had ever come out of the French Foreign Legion. This same Carlos had probably spent more time in the punishment battalion of the French Foreign Legion than in the Legion itself. Months ago, this man had killed a guard in cold blood in Dini Salam and had taken flight. He had disappeared completely, and no one had ever heard of him again. Teuns knows full well how ruthless this rubbish can be and how sly and cruel. He had learned enough of this man in the Legion to know that he is a very dangerous enemy.
“Let us talk, mon ami,” Carlos says politely, holding the pistol slackly. “We have a lot to talk about.”
mon ami“There is nothing I want to ta
