Chapter 45 Get Your Bag

• Godfrey opened his mouth to reply, but the distant rumble of an approaching car drew their attention. A black sedan pulled into the lot, its glossy exterior gleaming in the sun.
• "He's here," Godfrey said, his tone shifting to something more serious.
• Adriano set his club down, his expression hardening as he watched Perez step out of the car. The older man was shorter than Adriano remembered, his stocky frame stuffed into an ill-fitting polo shirt. His salt-and-pepper hair was slicked back, but it did little to disguise the age creeping into his features.