Ogled once and forgotten about
They agreed that Vice would meet him at the corner of an eye catching, double-stacked, shipping container building. The side of it had been spray painted to resemble a nature scene, adding a splash of green to the dull brown of the dirty road, the rusty metal and bare brick all around.
There was a shaded area under the building's tarp awning, where Ivo could squat among a few crates and remain out of sight.
He didn't have to wait long before hearing the rasp of tires on gravel. It wasn't the car Vice usually drove, but it was unmistakably his. When he car drove by Ivo's hiding spot he jumped out of the shadows and made a grab for the rear door.
He fell into the passenger seat with a huff. The door slammed shut behind him at the touch of a dashboard button.
"That was anticlimactic," Vice said, meeting Ivo's eyes through the rearview mirror. "The street is fucking deserted, you could just have walked up to the car."