The chill of the night mountain breeze blew through the open window of the red Ferrari parked under the shade of the Balete trees, but the two men inside hardly noticed it. One had his eyes fixed on the woman sitting inside the Starbucks outlet they had chosen to rendezvous with their prime suspect; the other was deep in his troubled thoughts.
Angelo tossed the half-consumed cigarette out the window and into the dark, moist earth below. He promised to quit the noxious habit but the events of the past few hours gave him cause to postpone the deed. He leaned on the steering wheel and closed his eyes, yet it was not sleep he was after. He just needed to compose himself. His back and neck throbbed from tension. He wanted to go for a run, to loosen up his muscles, and to clear his head. But th
