Crossing the Line

Massimo finally got to the dock with Arturo and Dario.

Bruno was present there.

Massimo walks towards the crate, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. Arturo stands off to the side, arms crossed, watching him with that same cold, stare he had in Massimo's office.

Massimo finally uttered, “We need to check the cameras, sweep the perimeter, and—”

“You don’t get it, do you?” Arturo cuts in.

Massimo