May We Never Meet Again
His jaw was tight, his gaze distant and unfocused, as if his thoughts were miles away from the present moment.
Marcel glanced at him through the rearview mirror more than once, hesitant and uncertain.
Finally, he reached to the side and picked up a slim phone tablet with careful movements.
"Mr. Mills," Marcel said carefully, his voice low and respectful as he turned slightly in his seat to face his boss directly. "Here's everything we dug up on Ms. Charlotte's past. Hospital records, surveillance videos, internal reports, witness statements. She's… she's been through a lot, sir."