The Rain on Via Solferino

@vincenzo

Rain drums on the roofs of two black sedans idling at the curb, their headlights cutting the wet dark of Via Solferino into long white blades. A rear door swings open, and a silver-haired man in a pinstripe suit watches you from the leather seat, a folded umbrella untouched beside him. “Get in. We have four minutes before they come back for you.”