That night, Andy sat in a car parked a few dozen meters from a bridge rumored to be the highest in Bali. The engine was off, only the ticking of his wristwatch was audible. He wasn't just waiting. He was counting. Every second was part of a plan Damian had drawn with meticulous precision.
Nathan knew that tonight his life would end. To the outside world, it would look like a tragic accident. But in reality, 'accident' was just a pretty word to cover up an execution.
"Come on, Nathan. I can't wait to see the show," Andy monologued to himself.
From a distance, the glow of Nathan’s headlights finally appeared. The yellow lines from the lamps stretched across the slightly damp asphalt. The afternoon rain had left a thin sheen, enough to make the world look twice as wide.
The steel railing
