High-end restaurant
It led me to a high-end restaurant, where Markon was dining with Vanessa and another man. They sat at a secluded table, laughing and appearing more than just business acquaintances.
I parked nearby and watched, feeling a mix of anger and dread. Vanessa’s presence confirmed my suspicions, and the man with them seemed integral to whatever they were planning.
I needed to know what they were discussing, what plans they were setting into motion.