The city traffic was a stagnant river of red brake lights and shimmering exhaust, a suffocating contrast to the open mountain air they had just escaped. The armored vehicle sat motionless in the center of a gridlocked bridge, the cabin transformed into a soundproof confessional where the only light came from the neon glow of the distant skyline and the violet-tinted dashboard.
Luca shifted beneath Malcolm's heavy wool coat, the silk of his shorts rustling against the leather. The glasses he wore caught the rhythmic blink of the hazard lights ahead, making his silver eyes look like polished mirrors.
"First question, Mr. Ford," Luca whispered, the silence of the car amplifying the soft, melodic rasp of his voice. "In all your years of walking this earth... have you ever found another man attractive?"
