TWENTY-SIX
The figure of Megan Armstrong was bathed in shadows as she stood next to a group of street vendors and blended in as though she wasn't there. She had followed Judge Matthews for most of the morning, and now she sat in the same restaurant as before, having a coffee with her mystery man. Megan knew it wasn't an affair; to her, it looked more like a business talk.
She watched for a while, still hoping to catch a glimpse of the man's face or anything to identify him, but he was hidden by a giant support pillar. Her gaze shifted to the street now and again, just in case the goons from the other day came back. She was still puzzled as to who they were and what they wanted. At first, she had thought it was some detail that the judge had put on herself just in case, but that would mea
