บท 63: Coffeeshop Invitation

My phone rings, startling me out of my thoughts. I fumble for my phone, nearly dropping it between the seats. A string of unknown numbers flashes across the screen. Curiosity wins over caution, and I answer.

"Hello?"

"Is this Nicole d'Armand?" A crisp, professional voice inquires.

"Yes, this is she." My grip tightens on the steering wheel.

"Ms. d'Armand, my name is Marcus Ashby. I'm Logan Everett's attorney."

My heart skips a beat.

"I was hoping we could meet to discuss some matters regarding Mr. Everett's case. Are you available?"

"Um, sure. When and where?"

"There's a café called Flava Bean on 5th and Oak. Are you familiar with it?"

Interesting. Not a choice I'd think a richie rich lawyer would choose. "Yes, I know the place."

"Excellent. Could you meet me there in, say, fifteen minutes?"

Fifteen minutes? I glance at the clock on my dashboard. It's cutting it close, but...