Samir was startled: "You're watching me?"
"Protecting our partners." Scorpion's tone was flat. "Tomorrow night, the harbor area, the Albanian's batch of 'Turkish goods' (referring to heroin) will arrive. We'll take care of it. Consider it a gift for those who don't cooperate, and also a demonstration of our ability. You just need to watch, then tell your friends: cooperate, or disappear."
The phone call ended. Samir's palms were sweaty on the steering wheel. He knew what "take care of it" meant. The Africans were about to fire the first shot in Marseille, and they chose a group not lacking in power and notorious for their ferocity, the Albanians. This would undoubtedly trigger a full-scale war.
What should he do? Report to Costa? Warn the Albanians? Or pretend he didn't know?
