"Kristel!" His jaw clenched, and his hands fisted. There's a warning in his tone but she was not afraid of him.
"Stop me and I won't give you the files," she threatened as his eyebrows met. “And I know what I’m doing. I'm helping you because I want justice for my mother's death but that doesn't include stopping me from doing things like this.”
She gave the man a sharp look, she thought he would speak but he was just staring at her and she could not read what he was thinking. Kristel turned around and walked away, she was waiting for him to stop her but when she turned one way she saw in her peripheral view that he was just standing looking at her.
Kristel sat in a chair inside the bar where many men were present, she saw some women but often provided drinks and food to the men. This was
