~NICO~
I had the security footage pulled up on my desktop, replaying the same ten seconds over and over again. The stretch of road was narrow, poorly lit, and just busy enough to make anything look accidental if you didn’t know what you were looking for. Tomaso’s car came into view first, steady speed, no hesitation, no sign of distress. Then the second vehicle appeared from the side street and drove straight into him.
On the surface, it looked clean. Too clean.
I slowed it down, watching the moment just before impact again. The brake lights on Tomaso’s car flashed briefly. Not a full stop, not even close, just a tap. Early. Controlled. Like he knew exactly what was coming.
That was the problem.
If it was an ambush, he reacted too soon. If it wasn’t, then he anticipated it. And if Tom
