Pedro didn’t call the cops. Cops were just rival gangs with badges.
Here’s a short draft story based on your prompt. The Sting of the Silver Fly scarface pedro 39-s pawn shop bug
That night, Pedro locked the shop and carried the radio to the back room, where he kept his real treasures: a soldering iron, a spectrum analyzer, and a deep, abiding paranoia. He unscrewed the panel. Inside, nestled among dusty tubes, was a sleek, black capsule no bigger than his thumbnail. A listening bug. Military grade. Live-transmitting. Pedro didn’t call the cops
From now on, the bug would listen for him. And anyone who whispered into El Depositario would learn the same lesson: Scarface Pedro didn't just take your pawned watch. He took your secrets, too. The Sting of the Silver Fly That night,
“Fifty dollars. Pick it up Friday.”
The men spun. Pedro pumped the shotgun once. The sound echoed like a final punctuation.
Pedro turned it over. The wood veneer was peeling, the dial cracked. But underneath, his fingers found something odd—a second, newer screw where an old brass one should be. He smiled with half his mouth.