Rico's eyes were glued to the screen, watching as the figure paused by the truck—the exact truck Rico had stood beside that day. The same one Calla had been leaning against while pretending she was bored, pretending she wasn’t paying attention.The person bent slightly, their body blocking the camera’s full view. Their hand moved near the underside of the truck. Quick and careful, like someone who knew exactly what they were doing.Valentina’s breath came out sharp.“I knew it,” she said, her voice cutting through the room like glass. “I fucking knew it!"She turned toward Rico, eyes hard, almost glowing.“That bitch played you. Look at her—same hair, same height. That’s her. She’s the rat!"Rico’s jaw tightened so hard it ached.“It’s not her.”The words came out too fast. Like he needed to say them before his mind said something else.Valentina scoffed, folding her arms. “You brought her there yourself, Rico. That was the only day anyone outside your men set foot in that place. You
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