Valerie’s POV
When I arrived at the coffee shop, it was nearly empty. Except for some people who sat in one corner, probably having a meeting. And at another corner was an old lady, scanning through her phone.
I walked towards one of the ends that were empty and chose a seat there.
I didn’t know what Ian had to say, but she was clear with her words on the phone.
“I think I have the answers to what you are looking for, let’s book an appointment and have a discussion.”
I didn’t argue with her, instead, I allowed her to choose an address by herself, because she had said it was dangerous to let the information out.
My hands trembled slightly as I turned on the voice recorder and slipped it into my coat pocket. I had to be careful. One wrong move, one wrong question, and this could
