The message arrived just after midnight.
No greeting. No persuasion. No emotion.
Only an address and a time.
Tomorrow. 6:30 PM. Private location. One conversation. Nothing more. D
Evelyn stared at the screen for a long time.
She should have ignored it.
Every rational instinct told her to delete the message, reinforce security, and continue forward exactly as she had planned. Distance had protected her for five years. Distance had rebuilt her into someone untouchable.
But doubt had already entered.
And doubt demanded answers.
She typed a single reply.
Thirty minutes. Public place.
The response came instantly.
Agreed.
The Location
The restaurant overlooked the river, discreet and expensive enough to guarantee privacy. Floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the city lights like scat
