Chapter 51. Ice Cream Mess

Calla tapped her foot nervously against the concrete floor of the pastry shop, chewing on her nails as her eyes darted around, checking if anyone was watching her.

She stared down at the burner phone in her hand, waiting for the message that always came around this time.

It had been over a month since she started working as Salvatore’s spy. The day after she called him to say yes, he sent her a brown box.

Inside were a burner phone, two mini trackers, and a tiny microphone. He only spoke to her through text messages that erased themselves ten seconds after she read them.

Her first job was to plant the microphone in Rico’s office—which she did, hands trembling the whole time.

The tracker, though, was harder. It was small, magnetic, and waterproof. Salvatore told her to stick one on Rico, and the other on one of his shipment trucks. The second part was almost impossible.

Rico never discussed his business with her. She didn’t even know what the insid