The sleek black car purred through the city streets, a bubble of silence broken only by the soft hiss of the tires.
For fifteen long minutes, Alan, the supermodel whose face was known to millions, had been statue-still, his handsome features frozen in a mask of quiet disbelief as Everly recounted the chaotic family meeting from four days prior. He listened to the tale of bullets, brothers, and bizarre balletic dodging with the intensity of a man watching a slow-motion car crash.
Finally, as Everly described Felix's attempt to become one with a marble pillar, Alan broke. One hand flew up to cover his face, a gesture of pure, unadulterated exhaustion. The other shot out, palm forward, a universal sign for 'cease and desist.'
