Evans pushed open the heavy glass doors of the hospital cafeteria. The place was quiet, a few weary nurses and doctors scattered among the tables, all lost in their own world of exhaustion and clipped routines. He spotted Mike at a corner table, hunched over a steaming cup of black coffee, laptop open.
He slid into the seat across from him, letting a sigh escape as he rubbed his temples. "So… what did you find?" he asked.
Mike didn't look up from his laptop, only gesturing vaguely toward the screen. "Winn is having her followed," he said matter-of-factly. "He hired another PI friend of mine." He finally glanced at Evans, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I think he believes Miss Whyte will lead him straight to Ivy."
Evans leaned back, frowning. The thought made a hollow pit twist in his stomach. "Winn is still operating under the lie that Ivy got cold feet," he muttered.
