I settle in my seat, trying not to glare. I told him not to come. He told me he would think about it. I guess he did.
We don’t let our emotions pour to loudly. The only person aware of them are Chadwick. He’s not paying us any mind anyway, he sits on the opposite side of the room, arms folded across his chest. His beard shaved lower than usual.
Kellan still finds a seat near me. I get a whiff of his cologne. It’s a bit sweeter than usual. I have a habit of looking at his hands, inked up and ringed as usual. In them he’s holding a thin, black folder. “ Miss Greene,”
He greets me casually, already pulling out his phone. I spot his background, a photograph of Kellan #2 laid out in the snow, along with list of text from an unknown number. All of them in Portuguese.
I couldn’t read fucking Portuguese.
Perhaps he knew, and just wanted me to suffer. “Hey,” I glared back up into the small meeting area. “You decided to come,”
I see him nodding in the corner of my eye. “I decided to come.”
“And what if you hear something you don’t like?” I test him carefully.
He waits to answer me, crossing his left leg over the other in the opposite direction. “Oh, Miss Greene I am way past that.”