I was hoping that gorgeous CIA agent Margarita Gomez would never find out about the deception I had played on her in T rkiye. I feared that if we met up again the tables would be turned and I d be receiving a hefty dose of payback.I m Dougay Roberre an expat Australian living on the French Riviera where trouble has a knack for finding me posing questions I foolishly feel compelled to answer.Why would a stand-over merchant think I needed to buy his special insurance?Why has the thug M. Beret come to visit me with a gun?Why are those criminal scumbags Louis Heroux and the Mascati twins meeting a Brazilian drug lord on top of Piazza Michelangelo in Florence?If only my crystal ball hadn t fogged up I would have told Margarita I was busy that week and couldn t join her in Italy.