“A million in Gold Monsieur Maverick” pleaded LeBron desperately. “Surely a mere two days refuge is a small thing to ask for such a reward?”
Even at this stage in life Maverick eyes came to attention at the figure offered by the collaborator, desperate to escape the wrath of his countrymen as the Allies approached Paris. A million was a million & a Maverick a Maverick.
He could not help but be tempted, that is if he didn’t already have LeBron’s gold having substituted the Nazi’s pet prefect’s fortune of stolen bullion for gold plated base metal months ago.