Nevio’s POV
Next Day
I woke up to the sharp trill of my phone ringing. My eyes squinted at the screen, still groggy from sleep. A string of unfamiliar numbers flashed back at me — no name, no saved contact. Just numbers.
I hesitated.
Who the hell calls this early from a number like that?
I placed the phone on my ears, as I swiped the green button.
"Mr Cavarallo," a voice responded from over the phone, panicky.
"Who is this?" I asked, getting down from the bed.
"It doesn't matter who I'm, what you need to know is that, I've the information about the man you've been looking for, and I'm sending it to you now," the voice replied, cutting me before I could say anything and hanging up the call.
A second later, my phone buzzed again.
I looked down at a photo.
It was blurry, taken from
