Falcon's phone vibrated suddenly inside his pocket, the screen lighting up with a familiar number he rarely ignored. The moment he answered, a cold voice echoed through the line without wasting even a second on greetings.
"Atterrerò tra un'ora."(I'll be landing in one hour ) the person said calmly, the sound of airport announcements faintly audible in the background."Dammi altri trenta minuti dopo l'atterraggio e ti raggiungerò lì." (Give me another thirty minutes after that and I'll meet you there)
Falcon's expression did not change in the slightest."Ti raggiungerò lì."(I'll be there) he replied shortly before ending the call without another word.
He slid the phone back into his pocket and turned, his footsteps carrying him toward the Wexler residence where the meeting was supposed to take place. The night air had become colder, the streets quieter compared to earlier, with only the distant crashing of waves and flickering shop lights keeping the harbor town alive.
