Three years before

"Your fucking mother!" Sarkozy yells. I look at my cigarette calmly, I smile and before he can imagine what I'll do, I put it out on his cheek. -Motherfucker! I moan and then spit my shoe out.

"Oh, oh Sarkozy." I raise my eyebrows. "Bad move." I look at my left shoe full of saliva, I lean down taking it off and then abruptly opening his mouth, I rub it on his tongue, causing him to protest. clean up the messes.

"The police will find you," he mutters. I smile putting the shoe back on and finished my work, I direct my gaze to him.

Her eyes go wide when she sees that I take out the weapon found under my jacket, at the waistband.

"No, Segal, we can work this out, I have a daughter." Her lips begin to tremble, her breath shakes and she begins to sweat.

"Typical symptoms, don't worry, it'll be quick." I smile, wipe the gun a little to make this slower and more agonizing, then I pull the hammer and finally point the gun at her chest.

"I have money, Segal, we're going to fix this," he starts stuttering.

"I'm getting paid to kill you Sarkozy, good luck in the other world and greetings to my parents." The next thing I see is a bloodstain on his left side of the shirt.

I put my gun back in its place, take a cigarette out of my pocket, light it taking a deep drag, and then put on my black glasses to leave the place.

"Good person," I mutter to myself, smiling mockingly. I slip the jacket over my shoulder and walk to the exit, but once I open the door, my calm disappears.

“Hold it!” Shouts one of the fifty policemen who are pointing at me.

"This must be a fucking joke."

"Don't move, Segal!" Cross your hands over your head! ”Shouts another of the policemen who have been chasing me for years, walking towards me while still pointing at me. I drop the cigarette to the ground and without letting go of my jacket I do what he tells me, I still can't assimilate very well what is happening.

—You are currently under arrest by CSIS *, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you, you have the right to a call and a lawyer in which case you do not have money to hire a private one, the state will provide you with one free of charge. — the son of a bitch talks, handcuffing me while others enter to the building.

"Did you think I'm an idiot, Segal?" Sarkozy's voice rings in my ears, I turn around immediately confused and see him standing with a proud smile. It screwed me up.

"But ... how?" The question comes out of my mouth without thinking about the arrest rights I've been told. He opens the buttons of his shirt showing a bulletproof vest with some small bags of blood and others of ketchup. "How did you know I was going to shoot you in the chest?" It's totally illogical.

"I'm a good person, I'm sorry I can't send greetings to your parents." She doesn't remove the fucking smile from her face. Then the policeman pushes me into the car without having a chance to say or do anything. They set a fucking trap for me.

Present

I visualize a well-known figure from afar, frown, and take a long drag on my cigarette. Fuck, I missed him.

"Grant Segal." He smiles from ear to ear and I find his voice annoying. I take the cigar with my fingers removing it from my mouth and I look at him from head to toe.

"Am I in hell?" I question without expression, he laughs.

"As demonstrative as ever."

“Why have you come to my release?” I frown once more and sigh.

"Like it or not, Michael has left me in charge." He turns around and starts to walk, I raise my eyebrows in surprise at what he just said.

"Now that I am missing the fashion is putting bitches in charge?" He turns his body back in my direction, glaring at me.

"He has left me in charge of you." I laugh.

"I don't need babysitters and fewer pets."

"Get in the fucking car and that's it," she exclaims annoyed as she opens the doors of the Audi. I drop the cigar on the ground taking one last drag and jerk the keys out of his hands.

"I drive," I say, placing myself in the pilot's seat. He rolls his eyes but doesn't protest and turns to sit in the passenger seat. I start the car and start it at full speed.

"Oh, and welcome home Segal," she says, I look at him out of the corner of my eye and smile.