"Mr. Monroe," she greeted, trying to keep her voice steady. "Can I get you something? Coffee?"
Fred waved a hand dismissively. "No, thank you. I’m more interested in a few answers than a cup of coffee."
Veronica nodded, her stomach tightening. She led him to one of the tables near the window, her mind racing as she tried to anticipate his questions. Fred took a seat, and she followed, sitting across from him.
"Last time we spoke, you mentioned that you hadn’t seen Ronald in five years, since your divorce," Fred began, his tone conversational, but Veronica could sense the sharp edge beneath it.
"That’s right," she replied, folding her hands in her lap to keep them from trembling. "We went our separate ways after the divorce. I haven’t seen or heard from him since."
Fred nodded slowly,
