The gravity of my mission settled over me as I explained the situation to Tristan. Gregory Morgan had reached out to me weeks ago, claiming his wife—Violet's transplant nurse—had left behind evidence proving Natalie's involvement before mysteriously vanishing.
"He wants to meet tonight," I said, wrapping Tristan's jacket tighter around my shoulders. "In an hour, actually. At an alley behind Silver District Hospital."
Tristan's jaw tightened. "That sounds like a setup."
"Maybe. But it's all I have." I met his gaze steadily. "This could be my only chance to prove what happened to Violet."
"I'm coming with you," he stated, no room for argument in his tone.
Relief washed over me. "Thank you."
As Tristan drove us toward the meeting point, my phone buzzed with a confirmation of his transfer. One hundred thousand dollars. More money than I'd ever possessed at once.
