Linda POV
I sat in the tiny café, looking around anxiously, my heart pounding. I was instructed to meet someone here in the message I received last night. Someone who said they knew anything about Nathan. However, I was still unsure if I could put my trust in them.
In an attempt to relax, I took a drink of my coffee. I kept looking at the entrance, wondering who might enter. At long last, a man entered. He was middle-aged, wearing a shabby suit and had greying hair. He glanced around, then saw me and came over.
Silently, he said, "Linda?"
I tried to hide my uneasiness by nodding. Was it you who gave me the call?
Leaning in as though he didn't want anyone to overhear us, he took a seat across from me. Indeed. Tom is my name. Nathan used to employ me.
I scowled as I observed him. "What are you doing to help me?"
