Chapter 63

• MONIQUE
• I and Richardson sat at a small table near the window, at our regular café, the noise of the city filtering in through the glass, and I sipped my coffee, feeling more unsettled than I cared to admit.
• "I feel jittery," I told him, pushing the words out before they choked me. "I have no clue about Liam's finances, not a single shred of information. It's becoming annoying." I stirred my drink absentmindedly, frustration bubbling to the surface. "It doesn't make sense. He told me about his cartel and dealings. He seems to trust me with things he didn't trust me with before, but when it comes to his accounts—when it comes to the real numbers—I'm always shut out."