MAXIMUM
I stood at Lionel’s graveside until dusk, lost in thought. As the last light faded, my phone suddenly rang.
I swiftly retrieved it, and a voice crackled through the speaker: “Boss, the arrangement has been made.”
I responded calmly, “I’ll be there.”
As darkness settled, I left the graveside, heading toward a busy street. I stepped out of my car, then veered into a shadowy alley, taking a sharp turn.
Suddenly, a voice called out, “Catch!”
A car key was hurled in my direction. I caught it effortlessly, then strode quickly to a nearby rental car parked roadside. I slid into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and sped off into the night.
After two hours of driving, I arrived at the seaport, cloaked in darkness. I slipped out of the car and moved behind the security booth. From there, I retrieved a shopping bag, changed into a different outfit, and approached the shipyard.
A figure approached me but then turned away without a word. I quickly followed, and he led me to a ship an
