Dervan's phone finally went off and he walked toward the car he had rented and settled in the driver's seat, leaning back into it and rubbing his temple in exasperation.
All of a sudden his phone rang again and he raised it up to eye level. His lips thinned the moment he saw the name of the caller.
"Hello? Mr. Salviati?" A man's deep voice reverberated through the device. "I have some useful information."
Dervan fought the urge to scoff. "What is it?"
"It seems like the criminals have taken the bait." The man continued. "I think they're planning a heist for tonight. Though, they might be in more of a pinch because one of their members–"
"I know." Dervan cut in, his voice like ice.
"Par–pardon?"
A humourless smile played on Dervan's lips. "Someone else did your job for you, Ralph… splendidly well, even."
An audible wince came from the other end. "I–I apologize for the late information, Mr. Salviati. Please pardon me."
