Diego pushed through the crowds of the courtroom cafeteria, finally spotting Dahlia's umbrella.

"Ms. Hawthorne." Diego sat down across the table from her, placing his coffee mug and files in front of him.

"Mr. Armando! How nice it is to see you again," she tilted her head to the side and smiled sweetly at him. "I don't suppose you called me here for a cup of coffee."

"To meet with such a pretty lady like you, Ms. Hawthorne, I do wish that this could have been a social visit."

"I should have guessed that the police would show some interest in me. I would assume that you want to know something about my stepsister and my deceased boyfriend," she was still smiling, but her eyes were now giving off a dangerous glint.

Diego chuckled. "Clever and beautiful, aren't you, Ms. Hawthorne? A wonderful combination for a lady, but only when the intentions are righteous. And if coupled with honesty, even better."

"What are you insinuating, Mr. Armando?" she looked at him innocently. "Are you suggesting that I am a liar?"

"No matter the man, we all wear masks…either on our faces or over our hearts."

They locked eyes for a moment before Diego glanced away to look at her necklace.

"That pendant of yours is quite charming. Yet somehow, I think I've seen it before," he said, his smile growing dangerous.

Dahlia realized his recognition of her necklace. "They're quite popular these days. A lot of girls like to keep their favourite perfume inside," she counteracted lightly.

She's good, Diego thought. Caught in her own mistake and she's still smiling like she won the lottery. It's going to take a while to crack her.

"Do you think I could have a closer look? Maybe I'll get one for my girlfriend," he smiled, his tone light, but his gaze piercing.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Armando. But the clasp is quite difficult." Her tone sounded sincere enough, but her eyes were glaring dangerously at the man she was battling wits with.

Sensing that they were at an impasse, Diego took a drink from his mug and flipped open the cover of his file.

"In that case, Ms. Hawthorne, would you mind telling me again how you met Mr. Terry Fawles?"

Suddenly, a passerby bumped into Dahlia, causing her umbrella to swipe across the table and knock the case file to the floor, sending the papers flying.

The passerby apologized and began helping Diego pick up the papers.

"Where were we?" Diego asked when he had finally managed to collect all the loose sheets.

"I believe we were talking about Terry," she replied calmly.

"Ah, yes." Diego took another drink of his coffee. "So how did you first meet Terry Faw-" he broke off into a violent fit of coughing and when he took his hand away, it was covered in blood.

His body tensed when he realized what had just happened.

"You poisoned my coffee!" he spluttered, pointing an accusing finer at her.

"Mr. Armando! What just happened?" she asked dramatically, for the sake of anyone within earshot.

He collapsed on the table.

"I will get my revenge," he snarled.

She leaned closer so only he could hear. "So tell me, Mr. Armando, how does a dead man get his revenge?"

Dahlia laughed at the sight of Diego Armando dying and left the courtroom cafeteria.

As his eyes closed, Diego Armando whispered those five words again.

"I will get…my revenge…"