32. 32 – Stefano
32 – Stefano
“ T hanks for coming with me.”
Luciano Morelli glances over at me from the passenger seat. “I can go in, if it’s easier.”
I don’t tell him how much I appreciate the offer. “No. It’s just a building.”
The fake agents have left, tatters of tape the only sign of their presence as we drive up to the compound. It desecrates the landscape around it, monstrous gray walls towering up into the night sky.
But I don’t feel the same sense of foreboding I once did as we pull up to the gates. Several other cars pull up behind, ready to load whatever we can carry. “You think it’ll be tonight?”
Luc looks over at me as we get out. “I don’t think he’ll waste any time, just in case.”
I nod toward the doors. “Then we’d better hurry.”
Luc whistles as I lead him down to the storage areas. “Fuck me. This place really is like a military compound.”
“That was the idea.” I pull open the door, and we both stare at the supplies inside.
Hundreds of crates sit in front of us.
Guns. Explosives. Tasers. Anything and everything that we might need. Might already need, depending on how quickly Matteo moves - if he even does.
My throat tightens, the urge to get back to Cat as soon as possible a gnawing in my stomach. “Let’s move.”