Charis
Kael's hand tightened slightly around the steering wheel as he watched the man who had just stepped out of Isolde's car.
The stranger looked ordinary, maybe in his mid-thirties. He was in a crisp grey suit and dark sunglasses.
"Are you sure that's him?" I asked Kael.
"Yeah," Kael nodded. "I never forget faces, and that's the man.
"Great," I turned to him. "So, what do you suggest we do?"
He didn't answer immediately. Instead, his eyes followed the man as he crossed the other side of the court parking lot and stopped to speak to someone by a parked motorcycle.
"I'll go after him," Kael finally said, "If he's connected to Isolde, I can probably get information from that end. You should go ahead to the courthouse. I'll join you once I know where he's going or figure out why he came out of Isolde's car."
I frowned. "Are you sure you'll be fine on your own?"
