The rain made the street slick with a restless shine, and every car that passed splashed water from the puddles on unsuspecting passersby. Luca pulled his coat closer, feeling it dampen his skin, as he slipped out of this old apartment of his friend Danny's. The apartment had that same odor of stale coffee and photographic developer like his.
He had one envelope under his arm, and what it held was enough to turn anyone's stomach, or fortune.
Inside, his payment records.
All transactions are recorded.
The sender: Brandon Marlowe.
At first, Luca hadn't been ready to believe it. Of course, there had been this recklessness about Danny, but not corruption. However, nothing about this situation was convenient. Brandon had been paying him thousands of dollars for months, hush money, now obvious to Luca as "consulting fees."
What did Danny actually have to keep quiet about?
