An Intel

The two women sat facing each other in the coffee shop, and the atmosphere was tense so that you could mistake them for an opponent on a battlefield waiting for each other's attack.

“Are you still not going to talk?” Carolina asked, looking at Bella with disdain but the girl just smiled hearing her words.

Even though she was mad that the lady was talking to her like that she had to swallow her anger, and looked for the best way to make the lady join her hands with her.

She has to make sure that justice was served for the person she lost.

“I don't think you should be talking like this, Miss, we are both after the same thing,” Bella says with a smile trying her best not to rile the girl up.

“Don't you say that Miss, I am sure that you are more desperate than I am, I mean you are even approaching a stranger, that's the height of it. I am sure that you need me more than I need you so start talking,” she urged, and Bella's smile falters hearing that.

“I know a way to kick your cousin-in-la