Shereen insisted on buying a huge box of Belgian truffle chocolates on the way. Nothing Belgian about them, but no one seemed to worry about that. Nice though, worth the bundle of San Pablo dollars that Val had paid for them. How much could she spend ? Part of it was cover and part of it was giving the condemned woman a happy evening. She could see it in their eyes when they thought she wasn't looking. The look she'd given a rabbit that her father had decided was plump enough for Sunday lunch.
"You must have one Enrique........ see you can smile when you want to."
She flirted with both of them, making them happy too. Versace was empty, everyone was outside watching Snake Plissken save San Pablo from the next zombie apocalypse. Old names and ideas being recycled, it was kind of what San Pablo was all about. Snake was being played by an actor with Chinese ancestry, trying to sound like Kurt Russell. No one cared, it would make money, action films always did.
