by Joseph Giordano My name’s Jack, and I live in Athens moving cargo under the radar. I work for boat sellers and deliver yachts to purchasers around the Mediterranean. That’s how Zatakis and I got connected. Zatakis was a silver haired pudge who was never without his komboloi string of beads. I transported cannabis for him, but then he approached me with a special assignment. He’d kidnapped a blonde tourist from Stockholm, and had a contract to deliver the woman to Beirut. I agreed to take the job, and then tipped the police where she was kept. I don’t think he knew … Continue reading LOCK UP THE GLOCK
On this screen images flash before you, your mind interprets, and there’s your movie. What’s so special about it? What exactly is it you’re looking at?
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