Philip’s POV
"Derek, what do you have for me?" I didn’t waste any time on formalities as I reclined back in my office chair, eyes fixated on the door to make sure no one was eavesdropping. My tolerance with Maria was becoming thin, and I needed answers.
Derek passed a file across the table, his expression unreadable. "She and her mother have been having frequent meetings. Every week at the Continental Hotel, same hour, same room." He stopped, his gaze piercing as he gauged my reaction. "But nothing out of the ordinary, at least on the surface."
I scowled as I opened the file and looked at the pictures of Maria and her mother cuddled close to one another, their heads down in silent discussion. Although they were innocuous enough, I knew otherwise. Maria wasted no time on things that woul
