Daniel’s eyes widened. “You want me to pick up some random woman at a bar?”
“Isn’t that why you came here?”
“No!”
“Fine. Then do it for me.”
“Who is she?”
“Someone I’ve been trying to figure out.”
“Not a friend, then.”
“No. A colleague.”
“She works at Feymere Corp?”
“If my guess is right, she’s hoping never to have to work again.”
Daniel shook his head. “I don’t understand.”
I picked up the glass of Daiquiri the bartender sent over and clicked it with Daniel’s whiskey on the rocks. The drink was stronger than I expected, but I needed something to steady my nerves for what was about to happen.
“Just go talk to her. Figure out what game she’s playing. I’ll owe you.”
Daniel downed his drink in one big gulp, wincing slightly at the burn. “You do owe me.
