“Evelyn and Adrian Wells met three times in the last two weeks. Once at a prominent law firm – Morris & Lane. Evelyn had a private meeting with a criminal defense attorney named Abigail Lane.” The agent laid out more photographs, arranging them neatly across the expansive desk.
Hunter snapped his gaze up, his eyes like chips of ice. “Defense attorney? Evelyn has nothing to defend. What in God’s name is going on?”
“That’s what’s… unusual, sir,” the agent said, his tone suggesting he, too, found the situation perplexing. “They weren’t being particularly subtle either. No disguises, no attempts to conceal their meetings. It was almost as if she wanted someone to notice.”
Hunter’s gaze returned to the photographs, his mind racing. Evelyn leaning close to Adrian in the crowded café, their he
