Hector's POV
I checked my watch, debating whether to call Damon. The weekend had barely started, and I was eager for updates about that storage unit where we'd found the key. Damon mentioned his sister-in-law knew its location and would investigate. Patience wasn't my strong suit, especially with a case this intriguing, but I'd have to wait.
My phone suddenly vibrated in my hand. The screen displayed my contact from the police department in Aria's new city—the officer I'd asked to monitor her activities. My heart raced as I answered.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite detective," I greeted, hope rising in my chest.
"Hector, my man! Think your fancy detective friend could hook me up with a job at his precinct?" He laughed heartily.
"Depends what you've got for me," I replied, sensing good news.
"That woman you wanted me to track? She's in handcuffs as we speak. We just busted her illegal abortion operation. The whole damn thing."
I nearly dropped my phone. "You're kidding me!"
