Luke Street is not far from the Danube River. The taxi reached its destination half an hour later. Ferrari handed over a large bill, saying, "Keep the change," and then got out of the car amid the driver's repeated thanks.
The overcast sky couldn't hold back any longer and finally started to rain.
Raindrops dripped from the hem of Ferrari's black trench coat onto the wooden floor of Mihail Apartment No. 172.
This was an old-style apartment, probably a century old.
No elevator, no security system, just wooden stairs and wooden floors.
Ferrari slowly walked up the stairs.
The contact lived on the fifth floor.
The leather shoes made a dull sound on the wooden stairs.
The dim light cast Ferrari's shadow on the floor, forming a strange shape.
The corridor was very quiet.
So quiet it was unsettling.
On the fifth floor, there was only one doorplate, so there was no need to search.
