FASHION AND CRIME
“Tellan, you’ll handle this.”
Tellan stopped sharpening, his head snapping up when he heard his name. He tucked the knife into his belt and pushed off the wall. “You got it, boss,” he said bravery, stepping closer to Macholo.
Macholo reached into his pocket and pulled out a small device. He held it out to Tellan, the tiny gadget glinting under the dim light. “This is the latest micro-dot GPS,” Macholo explained. “It’s tiny but it covers a lot. Once it’s on the car, we’ll know exactly where Victor goes.”