The coffee went cold between them.
Nia had not touched hers since she put her phone face down on the table. Darian had not touched his since she asked him who he was with before he came to pick her up last night.
He looked at her steadily. "Her name is Renée Laurent. I had dinner with her three weeks ago in New York. One dinner. She called and I agreed to meet her because we have known each other for a long time and I was being"
"Courteous," Nia said.
"Yes."
"And she is in Chicago now."
He went still. "How do you know that?"
"The photograph was taken last night. The restaurant behind them is three blocks from this building." She looked at him. "She is in Chicago Darian. While you and I were at the lake she was three blocks away." She held his gaze. "How long has she been here?"
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