We took her car. It was a metallic red BMW Z4 two seat sports car. I thought that given the circumstances something a little more substantial might make more sense, but apparently she was familiar to the men at the road blocks. The looks they gave me were suspicious, the ones they gave her were very different.

“Michael asked me to give you something. It’s in the glove box” she said while shifting gears.

I opened it and found a FEG P-63 pistol and three loaded magazines.

I chambered a round and slipped the pistol into my pocket.

“Are you expecting trouble?” I shouted as we raced down the road.

“Michael always said to be prepared for the worst” she replied.

“That didn’t help him much, two days ago. Do you have any idea who killed him?”

“No. Michael wasn’t too popular with his rivals. There are any number of factions that would want to see him dead.”

She turned down a side street and came to a stop in front of a building in a warehouse district. The sign above the door read Ali Athar Halal Meats.