In the evening, Benjamin just arrived at Rye’s Pizzas after delivering the final order. He took his work-sim out of his mobile and was about to put his own sim inside.

“Lord, don’t do it,” Shadow sent a mental message. “It’ll be easier to track you with your sim card active.”

“You’re not wrong, but…”

“It’s not like anyone is going to call your number, so please keep the sim outside until we take care of your bounty.”

Benjamin pursed his lips together. (What if Rebecca calls?) It was unlikely, b