Michaela Walker.
Peter placed a cup of tea for her on the coffee table while he brought a beer for himself. They couldn’t test their theory about the book since he left it in the precinct, but they planned to pick it up tomorrow on their way to Cadiz.
The detective was on the phone with his father, who was so worried about the recent development, while Michaela’s eyes were glued on the screen, anticipating what the Evil Master would do next. The latter was still hovering in the air, putting on a show, terrifying people by how quiet the reporter was.
“My parents want us to go over to theirs,” Peter said once he ended the call. “I told them we’re planning to go to Cadiz, and I asked them to join us. I hope this is okay.” He hesitantly added, making her scowl at him.
She knew he was cons
