MERIDA

Finally, I saw him waving from across the small cafe.

I gave a small nod and with slow, shaky steps, I walked towards him.

I sank into the booth across from Bartlett, my heart pounding like a drumbeat out of rhythm. The investigator's face was hidden behind dark sunglasses, which somehow only made him look more ominous.

My best kept pounding and I could hardly breathe. I wonder where all this will lead to .

If he knew I was Merida and not Tasha , or —

I really didn't know what to think any more, I tried to hide my shaky hands on my laps.

If I hadn’t...