Case File Name:
The Leather Black Book.
♠Chapter Five♠
After a bottle of wine and a sleepless night filled with contemplation—I awoke the next morning with numerous ideas of how I would steal the book from the DA's office.
But ultimately Marie seemed to help me decide on the most simple one.
I should go to the bathroom and on the way, stop by the lead prosecutor's office where the discovery is.
Marie made the point that they wouldn't expect anyone to be stealing anything anyway so it should be relatively easy.
But I won't have longer than ten minutes to locate it and slide it into my purse—which was so expensive that no one would question why I was bringing it to the bathroom.
Even if they did, I would blame it on the typical girl excuse.
But I highly doubt it would turn into that.
I suddenly glanced down at my phone, noticing the text that buzzed through on my lock screen.
Which was from an unknown number, yet I knew exactly who it came from.
As soon as I read over the address, I copied and pasted it into my maps, sitting in my air-conditioned car as I waited for Ivanna and Franklin to arrive for our meeting with the DA.
I suddenly furrowed my brows, skimming over the name of the place we were meeting at.
Wanderlust.
We're meeting at a club?
I blinked a few times, having numerous complaints to text back to her, but I was quickly cut short when I noticed Ivana's familiar Porsche pull into the parking garage.
An empty sigh fell from my lips, determining I would just let the meeting spot go for the sake of my low patience.
My nerves also seemed to be teetering along a very thin edge—suddenly overthinking every which way this all could go today.
"Ivanna, how are you this morning?" I greeted my boss with a smile as Franklin approached us, smoothing his hand over his gelled-back blonde hair.
My boss smiled, "Like I hate coming to the DA's office even more than the last," she determined, which only earned a laugh from me, finding her words amusing but knowing better than to ever comment back.
Then it would be too unprofessional.
At least on my end.
"Your coffees as requested," Franklin extended the coffees in the drink carrier out for us, which I didn't hesitate to take.
Ivanna tilted her head as she glanced down at my neck, which was covered with a small band-aid directly in the middle.
"Curling iron burned me," I quickly explained before she could ask.
Ivanna hummed, shrugging to herself as she glanced away from my neck, leading us over to the doors of the familiar government offices.
Which was a place I could never work.
The fluorescent lights are dull, it smells stale, and the carpets are horrifying.
"Good morning," the familiar prosecutor greeted us, her usual dark hair pulled into a high ponytail and her hazel eyes trailing all three of us.
Camille was your typical uptight prosecutor.
Except for one night.
When I ran into her at a bar.
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