"I know who she is." Adrian’s voice was sharp on the other end of the line, making Vania straighten in her seat at the café.

"Are you serious?" Vania gripped her phone tighter. "Who is that woman?"

"I don’t want to talk over the phone. It’s too risky. Let’s meet at the usual place."

Vania understood immediately. "Alright, fifteen minutes."

Her steps were brisk as she entered a small coffee shop tucked into the corner of the city—a place she and Adrian often used for discreet meetings.

He was already there, sitting in the corner, wearing a black jacket and a baseball cap. His gaze was dark, as if weighing...