Lukas came into view, hands in his jacket pockets, casual but put together. Black jeans. A clean white tee under a fitted dark jacket. On his feet, a fresh pair of Puma sneakers, one of their newest releases. They had arrived at his apartment barely a week earlier, still smelling like new leather and glue. Puma sent him a new pair every time they dropped something big now. He had stopped being surprised by it.
Uzun let out a low whistle. "Of course you show up looking like that."
Larsson laughed. "Man packed for Europe and fashion week."
Lukas smirked. "If we get caught, I'm naming all of you immediately. No hesitation."
Knauff grinned. "Fair."
The elevator doors slid open and an executive Uber rolled up moments later, sleek and quiet. Lukas stepped in last and buckled up.
"So," he said, glancing between them. "Where are we actually going?"
Knauff leaned back, satisfied. "We're going to see Stan."
Lukas raised an eyebrow.
"Stan?"
