First message
You sit at the coffee shop, your blood turning cold at the site of the man sitting across from you. His intense stare never waivering from your face.
This isn’t a blind date you realize. The man across from you is Shia Le’Barre, prince to a criminal empire.
Recently, I was a witness to a murder and the police have been questioning me for information.
I can see in your face that you know who I am. his voice is low, calm, and threatening. I’ve heard you’ve been talking to the police?