Leo's POV
Max looked around the empty cafe and then out the wide window onto the street, "this doesn't feel right," he said.
Last night, we had received a call from the one and only Luciano who claimed to be able to help us find Ella. After Max had dealt with the initial shock of finding out that I didn't kill him four years ago, we agreed to meet in this rather mundane Caracas coffee shop.
There was one girl working behind the counter and pretty much no customers leaving the only sound being the quiet buzz of an old speaker playing 1970s elevator music and the occasional beep of a car horn on the street outside.
"We can't trust him, Alpha," Max continued.
"If he can take me to my Luna, I don't care if I can trust him," I replied. "Gustavo isn't getting us anywhere. This could be our next best hope."