American muscle pulled up to the curb across the street from the Nox, with the driver's side window rolled down. Lina Moretti sat within, the red ember at the end of her cigarette burning as she inhaled, letting smoke trail out the open frame as she blew it out. One arm rested out the window, tapping gently to the beat of some electronic music.
Here she would wait for the Priscus of Shadows to arrive - though with how fast Elettra said she could have made it, perhaps Vitale was really the one waiting.
Melissa