Spitfire

Vittorio Del Carlo

"Do we have any new information on the Varo guy yet?" I bark into the encrypted phone, the heavy plastic groaning under my tightening grip. "I want every single detail on Elena’s pathetic excuse for a boyfriend. I want his bank records, his daily routes, his fucking blood type. Have it on my desk within the hour, Diego, or I'll find someone who can get it done faster."

Diego