Larog's POV
“The lady you asked for, Minerva. Her legal name is not Minerva but Constance. Not much about her either. Married twice; the first husband died of a stroke, and the second is in a faraway land doing some trade. Her oldest daughter is abroad getting an education. Boring stuff, all you need to know is inside there,” Picasso threw a file on my lap.
“So I paid so much for such boring information?” I asked. I was not just annoyed; I was very annoyed. I know there was much more to Minerva than boring; what meets the eye. I had expected Picasso to dig further than what he had given me.
“There is no refund for boring information in case you're curious. It's not my fault that you do not find the information satisfactory,” Picasso shrugged. I had a mind to push my fist into his fac
