Casare took that cigar from his mouth, rolling it between his fingers, as loose tobacco fell onto the table. "Boss, do you think the British will really investigate?"
"Investigate what? Investigate why they sent active-duty officers to Turkey as mercenaries? Investigate why they're helping the Turks fight the Syrians? Investigate why the second largest standing army in NATO can't beat a crippled Syrian with a broken leg? They won't investigate. Investigating would be a slap in the face. The British are more afraid of pain than we are; their face swelled after World War II, and if they fight again, it'll ruin their looks."
