Chapter 42

"Daniel! It has been too long, my friend," Niccolo DeLuca greeted Daniel warmly, grasping his hand firmly.

Daniel nodded and returned the handshake with equal pressure. He accepted the chair Nic waved him to and both men sat together. The Italian offered him a cigar, but Daniel politely declined and sat back in his chair while the other man lit his Cohiba. Nic relaxed into the plush hotel chair and eyed his long-time acquaintance.

"Five years in security, Daniel. How do you like this cozy American job?" Nic asked, the pleasant aroma of cigar surrounding them. "You ready to come back to good money, where you no get soft, eh? I have a few arms shipments going out that could use overseeing."

Daniel grunted. "I'm sure you'll find someone."