The Man Behind the Calls

The rain had stopped, but the streets were still wet.

Neon lights reflected against the black windows of the parked car, turning the abandoned street into a blur of red and gold.

Enzo Moretti sat in the back seat, one arm resting lazily against the door.

He had been silent for nearly ten minutes.

The man sitting in the driver's seat knew better than to speak.

Enzo's phone lay between his fingers.

One message remained open on the screen.

She met Julian.

His thumb moved slowly across the screen b