Silent Countdown

***Rafael***

I hurried towards it and the door opened, Alessio, stepping in just as I leaned down to grab the note.

“Rafael, we seem to be experiencing network issues,” he said, freezing in shock as he took in the scene. “What's going on?”

He rushed towards me, my hands moving quickly as I unfolded the note; and written in blood were the words: ‘There's a bomb in your sweet little wifey’s car.’