The café was cat-themed and filled to the brim with giggling enthusiasts.
My assigned guards hated it, always choosing to wait outside but remaining close enough to rush in if anything went down.
It was the perfect place to meet Stephen, the private investigator.
Stephen looked disturbed as he browsed through the contents of the flash drive on his laptop.
"She confessed she was the one who sent it?" He asked me, looking up from his computer after fifteen minutes of silence.
"Not in those words, but she alluded to the fact she was behind me getting it."
"That makes sense because she definitely didn't send it—I did."
My brows furrowed in confusion, which I quickly masked with a smile when our waiter placed our orders on the table.
"Explain this to me like I'm a five-year-old."
"I sent one of my men to deliver it to you, with a lot more information than is in here. Katherine must have intercepted it and changed the contents of the flash drive."
She must have assumed I would be so busy planning my escape that I wouldn’t risk confronting them or going back to Stephen for answers.