The transport accelerated onto the main ridge bypass, its rear windows vanishing into the mountain fog within seconds.
Malcolm stood motionless on the pavement, his arms folded tightly over his chest, his eyes anchored to the empty stretch of road where his younger brother had just been driven away. A tense, suffocating silence settled over the area, broken only by the quiet hum of the sedan idling near the pumps.
Without a word, Dahmer turned on his heel and walked toward the driver's side of their vehicle. Malcolm followed silently, pulling open the passenger door and sliding onto the leather seat. As Dahmer engaged the gear and the sedan smoothly backed out onto the open asphalt, Malcolm turned his head, his eyes locking onto the Enigma's serene profile.
