In The Crosshairs

CHARLOTTE

“Can I take this with me?” I asked. She nodded. I looked away and noticed that Sonia was making her way toward us.

“Of course, I made a copy for you; I have the other copies locked away in a safe house. I’ll send you the address soon,” she said, picking up her bag.

“Thank you for everything,” I replied as she stood up. “I’ll look through this and reach out to your firm about our next meeting,” I added.

“I’ll be expecting your call. We’ll need to meet the evening before the hearing, though. Let me know when a location has been decided,” she finished, starting to walk away. She paused, turned around, and looked at me. “Stay safe, Ms. Edwards. You are a very important piece of this case.”

“I will,” I answered, looking away as Sonia approached the bench.

“The guards will take her back to the firm. Would you like to eat now?” she asked, shoving her hands into the pockets of her blue trousers.

When I looked at her, I noticed the bulge of her gun tucked away in the corner of her ja