
Illustration : Steve Bolduc |
You know, Max, it's hard to admit you're dead when you're
still alive...
That's what Clovis says. A former a rock journalist and now the
right hand man of Max the Gipsy, the only boss other than God
of Renchtler's Car Breakers. But since the death of his Consuela,
Max too has been in a bad way.
When, without warning, an unknown shooter kills Adolphe, Clovis'
faithful friend and the yard's watchman, the ex-reporter comes
to believe something else is perhaps darkening Max's mood. A
fake towing request takes them away from the yard, and when they
return, they find that Mahmoud, the young Arab who works with
them, has disappeared. Clovis is sure then that Max knows all
about it and he demands that his friend come clean.
The old Gipsy tells him a sordid tale about a bag of drugs
that, following a road accident, has fallen into the wrong hands,
and Clovis realizes how far up shit creek they are. The two associates
plan a little night outing they hope will resolve the problem
in one fell swoop.
But, as we all know, such ventures do not always end well.
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