He had walked right up to her.
She didn't need to search anymore.
The scapegoat had come to her on his own.
Iris looked at him carefully, then tilted her head slightly as if trying to remember.
"I feel like I've seen you somewhere before…" she said calmly, masking her recognition.
The man smiled faintly. "Maybe you have."
He gestured toward a private booth. "Can we sit? I'd prefer we talk somewhere quieter… just the two of us."
Iris studied him for a second, then nodded. "Give me a moment."
She turned back to her friend. "I'll be right back. I need to speak with him."
Her friend raised a brow but didn't question it.
Iris picked up her bag and walked over to the booth where the man was already seated.
She sat across from him, crossing her legs, her posture relaxed, but her eyes sharp.
Before saying anything, the man leaned slightly forward. "Can I get you something? A drink?"
Iris shook her head. "I'm more interested in why you're here."
