Chapter 37 The Web Of Lies

• The café was a relic of a forgotten era, dim lights, chipped mugs, and dust-speckled windows that barely kept the city out. Clara sat in the back corner, her hood low, fingers curled tightly around a lukewarm coffee. Across from her sat the informant, Leo Mercer, a former Whitaker employee, his face aged by secrets and regret.
• Nervous, Leo looked around and then leaned in. "Clara, you don't realize what you've gotten yourself into."
• She met his stare, unwavering. “Then enlighten me.”