MIA'S POINT OF VIEW
My phone buzzed as I pulled into the café parking lot. A text from Marcus.
"In position. Back corner. Good angle on your table."
I typed back quickly. "Make sure the audio is clear. This needs to be perfect."
"Got it."
I grabbed my purse and stepped out of the car. The small vial inside clinked softly against my keys. I'd researched this particular drug extensively. Colorless. Tasteless. Just enough to make someone relaxed. Loose lips. The kind of relaxed where inhibitions disappeared and truth spilled out freely.
Perfect for getting Elena to say things she'd regret later.
The café was moderately busy. Good. Not too crowded, not too empty. Just right for an intimate conversation between friends.
I spotted Elena immediately. Sitting by the window in a soft blue dress, her hand resting gently on her stomach. That unconscious gesture pregnant women always make.
