It took Christian exactly fifteen minutes to get to Natalia's house. He packed his car a discreet distance away and walked to where his private investigator friend was. Opening the door, he got in and turned to him. 'What's the problem, Derek?'
Derek smiled and shook his head. Christian had not changed, always to the point. He pointed to the black Porsche that was packed on Natalia's driveway.
Christian frowned, 'Talia has bought a Porsche? Why would that be a problem?'
'No, the car does not belong to her. It belongs to a certain French woman that you are acquainted with.'
'I know a lot of French women, Derek,' Christian replied curtly. He was getting tired of this. 'Cut to the chase and tell me what's going on.'
Derek clicked on his laptop, 'the car belongs to a certain Adrienne
