Beneath the Mask

Teo's POV.

I kill the engine. The silence inside the car is heavy, broken only by the rhythmic crash of waves against the jagged rocks of Miller Cove. Little Italy is a solid thirty minutes behind me in the rearview mirror. I am a full hour early. My fingers tap a slow, deliberate rhythm against the leather steering wheel. My mind calculates every possible angle. A setup? Probably. My gut screams