MICHAEL

We follow Luca’s car like we’re tailing a suspect.

No sirens.

No flashing lights.

Just tension and a state of nervousness as

Collins drives with Evera and others following.

Ron’s in the passenger seat. Levi and I are in the back.

Nobody talks.

Luca doesn’t speed. Doesn’t try to lose us. He wants us behind him. That alone tells me he knows we're behind him.

The gates to his place slide open.

Collins parks a few cars back like he’s respecting invisible boundaries and Evera does the same.

We get out.

The night air hits me hard.

Luca is already waiting by the entrance eyeing me in perusal.

“You’re...