I absorb each word, letting them replay in my mind over and over again. What the fuck does that mean? Sid watches me cautiously.
“Did she agree to meet me?”
“She didn’t say, and I don’t know if she read the letter, because I only had a few minutes before her lunch companion returned from the bathroom.” The way his eyes frown, I know this companion was a male.
He pulls his phone from his pocket and taps on the screen before extending it in my direction. I take it from his hand afraid to look down. When I do, the color drains from my face.
It’s impossible, but as I stare at the picture, I’m positive the man sitting next to Maria is Eduardo Montez.