Firo stood outside the secret entrance to the Martillo hideout yet again.  It was poker night with the Gandor's and Firo and Maiza never missed it.  Maiza had just brought the car to the front of the shop as he and Firo waited for Firo's guests.  Firo had already seen a friend eariler in the day.  If he could call Ran that.  With a small sigh ( Read more... )