The second the call connected, I dug my nails hard into my thigh, forcing myself to steady my nerves as I tapped the record button.
"Hello?"
Victor's gravelly, menacing voice blasted through the speaker instantly. "You got someone with you?"
I let out a soft, casual laugh. "No."
He just scoffed at my answer. "Is that right? You better not be lying to me. At 8:24, you walked into the police station."
His frigid, venomous voice burrowed into my chest like a scorpion's stinger, and I clamped my fingers tighter around the phone.
"I'm in the station bathroom right now."
A creepy, guttural cackle crackled over the line.
"A new shipment is coming in at 10 p.m. tonight. Find a way to get to the West End Riverhead Warehouse."
"Okay."
When the call cut off, I lifted my eyes automatically
