Chapter 43

Silvio’s black SUV slid past shuttered shops and empty bus stops. He sat forward with one hand on his knee and the other around the grip of his pistol. Every mile closed the distance to his son. Every mile pulled the knot in his chest tighter.

Matthias sat beside him, checking his weapon in silence. Metal clicked. A fresh magazine seated with a firm slap.

“You know it is a trap,” Matthias said.