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Reluctantly she handed it to him, realizing she was being silly.
He opened the door of the car and she slid into the back seat. She heard the click of a lock as the car pulled away. There was a man in the front passenger seat but Amber couldn’t get a good look at him. He didn’t turn around when he spoke.
“So nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Parrish.”
Something was wrong. The energy in the car felt charged. Amber leaned forward, trying to get a better look at him. “Are you my new attorney?”
“No. I’m actually an associate of your husband’s.”
Confusion clouded her face. “An associate…what does that mean?”
“My business with your husband was sadly interrupted. But he did inform me that you have something of mine.” He turned to look at her, and Amber saw her face reflected in the red lenses of the glasses he wore.