Celine sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, her brows furrowed in a mix of frustration and uncertainty.
“I still don’t think this is necessary,” she muttered, staring out the window as Daryl drove.
Daryl kept his eyes on the road, unfazed. “And I still don’t care what you think.”
She shot him a glare. “I don’t need protection.”
“You got your bag stolen in broad daylight.”
Celine huffed. “That was just a thief.”
Daryl sighed, gripping the wheel tighter. “That wasn’t just a thief, Rodriguez. If you have documents that can take down Robert Williams, you can bet there are people out there who want you gone.”
She fell silent.
Daryl glanced at her. “Why do you even have those files?”
She shifted in her seat. “It’s… complicated.”
Daryl scoffed. “Yeah? Try me.”
Celine hesitated. “I—
