So, as David sat outside Commissioned, his eyes casually scanning the entrance, he waited. The minutes stretched, punctuated by the distant honk of taxis and the murmur of pedestrians. When Marco finally exited the building, David's posture didn't change, but his senses sharpened. Showtime, he thought with a faint smirk.
Instead of trailing Marco directly—a rookie mistake—David started his engine first and eased into traffic, positioning himself ahead. This way, Marco would unknowingly follow him, eliminating any suspicion. He checked the rearview mirror just once, catching a glimpse of Marco entering his car and pulling into the street behind him.
He'd been watching Marco for a day already and had learned the man's routine. Also, it helped him learn about the city.
Marco had called Valentina earlier, asking her to meet him at the coffee shop close to the Scalese home.
