Chapter Fifty-Six
The late afternoon sun stretched long shadows across the street as Christopher approached the black sedan. He’d left Nivida with two trusted security men, each blending into the flow of city pedestrians, careful not to draw attention. The car was parked on a quiet corner near a closed bakery, engine still purring softly as if waiting for its cue.
Christopher gave a subtle hand signal. One guard moved around the block to cover the rear, the other stayed back, eyes sharp for movement. Christopher himself walked closer, deliberately casual, his phone pressed to his ear like any businessman making a call.
From the outside, the car looked ordinary—tinted windows, clean body, no visible damage. Too ordinary.
He tapped the back glass lightly with his knuckle. Nothing. No mov
