But the underworld is a mirror that only reflects greed. Rumors began to circulate, fueled by a police inspector named Blot—a man who hunted criminals with the patience of a spider. Blot leaked a story that Gu had turned informant to secure his escape.
The operation went off with the cold efficiency Gu demanded. They struck at dawn. The armored truck was cornered on a hairpin turn, the guards neutralized before they could draw a breath. For a moment, with the wind howling through the crags and the heavy crates of platinum secured, Gu felt the weight of his years lift. He saw a path to a quiet life in Italy, a life where he didn't have to look over his shoulder. The Betrayal
Gu needed a way out, and that meant one last score. He hooked up with a crew planning to hijack a platinum shipment winding through the treacherous mountain passes of the Haute-Provence. It was a job that required nerves of steel and the silent precision of a ghost.