Miter Rodrigo pressed the phone tighter against his ear, listening as Detective Camelo’s voice spilled through the line, casual yet sharp.
“Quick one, Miter, before you ask for a favour,” Camelo said between a yawn and a chuckle. “Have you seen the girl on the Wanted ad? Thought you might, seeing as you feed half the city.”
Rodrigo’s stomach dropped. He kept his voice calm. “That’s what I was calling to ask. What’s all this noise about?”
Camelo sighed heavily, the kind of sigh that carried more weariness than pity. “Rich people’s problem, my friend. Straight from headquarters, top priority. Girl stepped on the wrong toes. Stole one million, eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars from the Ashbrook family and ran away. Cleared, she was the son’s wife. She is wanted.”
Rodrigo froze. His
