CHAPTER 14
I COULD HEAR the bedlam coming from the front of the restaurant as Imogen led me to a door at the back. When I was a little girl, I’d dreamed of being a movie star, but if this was their reality, I was glad I’d grown up a nobody.
“Just wait here until they call you,” Imogen said, pointing at a spot next to an ornamental tree. “It’ll be easy. You’ll see.”
She’d already set me up with a pad and pen, plus a copy of the menu to read through, although she said most of the food required Google Translate to interpret. Now I was on my own.
While I waited, I took in the corner of the dining room I could see from my sentry post. Artfully placed screens gave the illusion of privacy and meant my attempts to catch a glimpse of Scott Lowes were foiled. Plush furnishings absorbed most of t
