The Truffle Heist

Stella

The morning sun is barely peeking over the horizon, casting a soft glow on the deserted streets as I race toward the restaurant.

Despite my exhaustion, I couldn’t sleep, and am currently running off of several cups of coffee. My mind races, replaying last night's accidental revelation like a broken record.

I need to find Vance. Now. And even though it’s early, something tells me that he’s