Calla's Pov
So there I was, sitting in a van a few blocks away from the coffee shop where Leo was meeting Gray, using binoculars to watch and listening in through a hidden microphone Jake had placed in Leo’s jacket.
“This feels like something out of a police drama,” Luna said from beside me. “Are we really doing surveillance from a van?”
“Would you rather we do it from a more obvious spot?” I responded dryly.
“Fair point,” Luna admitted.
Through the binoculars, I saw Gray arrive—always professional, carrying a leather folder that likely held the fake evidence she was using to pressure Leo. They ordered coffee and engaged in what seemed like casual small talk, but it was really Gray trying to establish comfort and control.
Then she leaned forward slightly, and even from this distance
