4:28 A.M.
Beads of sweat ran down the deep middle line of Elena’s small back, denting through her light workout vest.
Her hands, which had been extended in continuous repetitions for the past thirty minutes above her crouched knee, trembled as she collapsed on the cold floor and reached for her phone.
At exactly 4:30 A.M, the phone vibrated.
Looking at the familiar number on the screen, Elena picked it up on the third ring and held it up to her ear.
“So what?” Vicenzo’s impatient voice filtered through.
“Has this whole operation been a total waste of my time or not?.”
Elena rolled her eyes.
With the events the night before concerning the lighter case and the invitation, they were truly making progress. But, thinking about the unsolved relationship between the two silver cases,
