“Dom told you about Antoine,” I say, turning to face him. “A long, long fucking time ago. Still looking out for you, even from the grave.” He shakes his head. “Only Dom.” The truth of that sets in. “It’s the one good thing that came from our time in France.” I don’t bother to hide my surprise. “Yeah, man, of course we looked into him while we were there. We’ve had your back the whole time. Always.
