ROBERT’ S POV

“No…” I grimaced.

“Then how do you know whether or not I visited her when she was in prison?” She pinned me on the spot with her piercing gaze.

I wanted to come up with something to cover up. There was no way I could tell her Frank had been investigating her but I was just stammering all through like a fucking idiot.

“You want a piece of my advice?” Her expression suddenly changed as she said, stopping me from stuttering further.

“Huh…” I muttered, my brows drawing closely in confusion. Advice on what? All I needed was for her to tell me where I could find...