~NICO~
Rome at night had a particular rhythm to it. The city never really slept; it only slowed down slightly, like a man loosening his tie after a long day but refusing to leave the office.
From the back seat of the car, I watched the streets glide past through the tinted window while Enzo sat beside me with one elbow resting against the door.
Traffic crawled through the center of the city. Tourists still wandered along the sidewalks even at this hour with their phones out, cameras flashing at anything that looked remotely Roman enough to send back home.
Normally I ignored it.
Tonight my mind was elsewhere.
“The Lisbon contact answered,” Enzo said, glancing down at the tablet in his hand. “But he’s cautious.”
“Cautious is good,” I replied.
“Not when we’re trying to break into a br
