“Signor Rinaldi,” the taller one said. “You signed a lifetime NDA. That PDF is intellectual property. Hand over the stick.”
He was scrolling through a forgotten corner of the internet, a deep web archive of scanned PDFs, when he saw it.
A black Alfa Romeo Giulia Quadrifoglio slid silently onto the track. Two men in Fiat-branded windbreakers stepped out. Not mechanics. Corporate security.