It was a cold and dreary evening. The streets were wet. It had finally stopped raining, and a crowd was gathering just outside the Stars Paris Arcueil Hotel. A man had fallen to his death from a fifth floor balcony. The man who had just minutes before assisted him with his leap was standing at the curb in front of the hotel. He had just waved his arm at a cab that was waiting patiently for a fare. "Orly airport, and step on it," the man said to the cabdriver, as they pulled away from the curb. The man in the back of the cab was Alex Watson. The man whose brains were splattered all over the street had been one of Alex's employers. The last one.