Chapter Eight
Playing the hero.
When Damian arrived outside Shoppers Paradise a little before 10 am, dark rings under his eyes spoke of exhaustion, but the flicker of hope was noticeable. He wore a simple navy blue suit, with a crisp white shirt and looked rather dapper. The kid cleaned up nice, I had to give him that. I was dressed similarly, wanting to help sell the story I had planned to fool any of the employees who might interfere.
We waited outside the store for a moment, so I could make sure Damian was good to go along with me. He was understandably on edge, but I did what I could to calm him down.
“It’s not a big deal,” I said. “This won’t be an issue at all as long as you can seem cool and normal. But if we go in there and you’re shaking like a leaf, it’s going to raise some f
