“A 458 Italia. Boyhood dream car.”
“Even I know what car that is.”
“His apartment block has an underground garage. There’s a private section for his apartment, and it’s under lock and key. Make him show you when you get back. Then, for the love of bloody God, please drag your finger across it.”
“Why?”
He sighed. “Because getting it dirty is my fucking dream, and you’re the only person that could touch it and get away with it. He’d kick my ass.”
“He’d kick mine too, no doubt.”
“He wouldn’t.”
“How are you so sure?” I twisted and looked at him.
Ivan flashed a card to a security guard and drove into an underground parking lot. “I saw how he looks at