SOPHIA’S POV
I met him in a cafe far from our side of town the next morning. The waitress dropped our coffees and I gave a smile before she walked away.
I cleared my throat. “So what do you have for me?”
My private investigator was seating across from me with his elbows on the table. “What I have for you can’t be unseen.”
I frowned. “Meaning?”
He slid a flash drive across the table. The metal glinted beneath the light. “You hired me to look into Beverly and what connects her to Isabella. I found something worse.”
I leaned forward, my pulse spiking. “Show me.”
He opened his laptop, inserted the drive, and turned the screen toward me. The video was grainy, night vision. A car was parked outside a restaurant. Isabella stood near the curb, speaking to a man I recognized instantly.
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