"Sure. Where are we meeting?" Chelsea asked as she opened the safe.
"Let's meet at the café where you first came to me for your lawsuit," Geovanni said softly. "Be careful on the way. It's rush hour, so the traffic will be a little heavy. It doesn't matter if you arrive a little late."
"OK. See you later."
After hanging up the phone, Chelsea sorted out the things Marisa had left in the safe, put them in her bag, put on a trench coat, and left.
Geovanni was right. There was a heavy traffic jam.
The ride, which usually took twenty minutes, took her almost forty minutes today.
By the time she arrived at the café, Geovanni had already been waiting for a long time.
He sat near the glass again, so he could see all the traffic at once.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," Chelsea pulled out a cha
