Fifteen Years Ago — Flashback

The rain hadn’t started yet, but the sky above the port warehouse was dark and shady, like the night itself was holding its breath.

Dario leaned against the side of his car, glancing at his watch for the third time in two minutes.

It was midnight. He was exactly on time, as always, but still no sign of Álvaro.

He was beginning to get slightly worried.

He tugged the collar of his coat up against the wind sweeping in from the sea.

The briefcase in his hand was heavy, from the hard drives it carried, and from the weight of what it represented.

Alexander’s final...