The rain in Paris didn't fall; it hung in the air like a cold, damp curtain. Alexis leaned against the rusted railing of the Pont d'Austerlitz, the collar of her trench coat turned up against the wind. Below, the Seine was a churning ribbon of mercury. She checked her watch. 11:42 PM. Tivoli was late.
Alexis didn't move. "You have the codes?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper over the hum of the city. RawEuro_-_French_Connection_-_Alexis_Tivoli_&_A...
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