Chapter 10: The Confession and the Asset
The Mercedes-AMG SL 63 sat, silent and still, in the sterile luxury of the garage. The hardtop was sealed, enclosing Alex and Brian in a secure, dark sanctuary. The air, smelling faintly of Nappa leather, ozone, and blood, was thick with the weight of the night's events. Alex’s breathing was shallow, still focused on managing the raw pain in his shoulder, while Brian stared fixedly at the dashboard, waiting for the truth to be dragged into the light.