Unbeknownst to Ethan, several undercover officers were stationed discreetly around the bar, monitoring every moment. At a table nearby, Officers Davis and Johnson sat inconspicuously, nursing drinks and listening through their earpieces. The audio feed from Kiara’s wire was crystal clear. Every word was being recorded.
Kiara kept the small talk going, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. She laughed at his jokes, leaned in slightly when he spoke, and mirrored his movements—anything to make him comfortable. The officers exchanged glances from their positions, waiting for her to steer the conversation toward the ring.