Mirela

“Nothing yet?” I asked the man in the black face cap who had been keeping tabs on Arlene and Liam. He nodded, confirming what I already feared. They hadn’t been meeting.

I couldn’t help but wonder what had caused the rift between them. They had been so into each other, yet now there seemed to be some invisible wall between them.

Had Liam done something to earn her coldness? Or was Arlene just pulling away?

“Keep an eye on them,” I ordered. “Call me Fiona on your way out.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He left my study, and I was left to ponder the situation in silence.

Just as I was...