Paris, 1930
A derelict house, occupied by rats and used by gangsters. Three men, all armed and all dangerous, planning to kill Salazar. Salazar is in the next room, not really listening any more. The knife feels easy in his hand. His mind flicks through scenes, rehearsing his next few acts – the killing of the men in the next room. They’re as good as dead. Then he walks away, leaving them to their plans.
