Don Massimo was waiting at the private airfield for Luca. He stood beside an already waiting ambulance, dressed in a dark overcoat despite the early morning chill.
The ambulance was well-equipped, discreet, and staffed by people who did not ask questions unless the answer would save a life. Its lights were off.
The jet taxied to a stop. Luca stepped out first. His shirt was wrinkled, his hair disordered, and there was a dark, dangerous exhaustion around his eyes that made even Massimo's men stand straighter.
Behind him, the medical team moved. Marco was brought out, surrounded by doctors and equipment, his large body strapped securely as monitors were carried alongside him.
Don Massimo approached, eyes briefly moving from Marco to Luca. Marco and the medical team were moved from the jet into the ambulance.
