Chapter Forty-Two - Fletcher

Ava sat on the edge of her seat on our drive to the fundraiser. She’d finally let herself relax when Cynthia called us. I wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing. Could they even see anything on the security footage? Sometimes it was impossible to get the information you truly needed from the footage. Other times, it was exactly what you needed to see. Jones dropped us off at the front door. I got out and helped Ava out of the backseat. She was shivering at the anxiety this was giving her. I prayed Charlotte wasn’t messing with Ava’s head. If she was, I might break my rule of smacking a woman. Ava was so stressed that I could feel her unease from feet away from her. I interlaced my fingers with hers and attempted to calm her down. I wasn’t sure it was working. We walked into the building, the sliding glass doors shut behind us, and I found a server carrying an empty tray to the kitchen. “I’m looking for Cynthia? She called for Fletcher Hines.” “Oh,” the blonde said. “Yes, she’s