It was nearly 11AM now. He never was any later than 10AM. He had called his cell phone several times with no answer. As the minutes passed, Luciano only grew more concerned for his partner. Something was up.Standing up from the table, he removed his gun from its holster on his side, checking that his magazine was full before returning it. He supposed that he would just have to go over there himself and see what was going on. Luciano grabbed his keys off of the table and put his empty, coffee-stained mug into the sink. His senses were on high alert as he exited the apartment, his eyes sweeping the parking lot as he came down the stairs. He unlocked his 87’ Ford Thunderbird, sliding into the driver's seat. The v8 engine rumbled loudly before his foot pressed down on the gas pedal and he turned out onto the main highway.Agent Decker only lived fifteen minutes away. He tried his cell phone one more time. Still no answer. This time he dialed his boss. In as many years as he and Decker had been partners, this had never happened. Sure, maybe his partner had just overslept; but that situation was highly unlikely.Decker was rarely late, by no more than a few minutes. He quickly explained his partner's absence to his superior, demanding that he send back up.
