Nicholas's POV
The coffee I carried in my hand had now turned cold an hour ago, but I couldn't bring myself together . I sat in the corner. I'd never been to before, in a neighborhood I had no reason to visit. No one knew me here. No one would recognize the disgraced Nicholas Hartley, ex-CEO, ex-husband, ex- everything.
The bell above the door rang. I looked up.
A woman walked in. Mid-forties, maybe. Brown hair pulled back. She had on denim and a leather coat. She surveyed the room with an intensity that perceived everything. When she gazed at me, she didn’t grin
She just passed by.
"Mr. Hartley?"
"That is I." I motioned toward the seat opposite me. "You must be Detective Morrison."
"Only Morrison." She walked into the stand and placed a faded messenger bag on the table. "I rarely u
