“Who is this?” he said aloud, feeling foolish.
The real trouble began on the descent toward Verona. It wasn't the engine that failed—it was the silence. At 2:17 AM, the CB radio crackled once, then died. The satellite navigation screen flickered and went black. Even the digital clock reset to four blinking zeros. Marco was alone with the rumble of the tires and the oppressive weight of 24 tons of Parmigiano Reggiano. ecm 45 iveco stralis
“Hello, Marco. Do not be afraid. I have been watching you for 847 days.” “Who is this