“Why are you here?” she asked, a mix of annoyance and reluctant curiosity in her voice as she walked hesitantly toward the car.
Ethan all but rolled his eyes, feigning innocence. “Fancy seeing you here, I was just in the neighborhood.”
The unwavering skepticism in her gaze held him fast. “Okay, okay,” he conceded, offering a new story. “So, Elijah... you know Elijah, right?” he began, pointing vaguely down the street. “Maybe you know him as Mr. McCoy; he owns a*****e right down the street. Anyway, he invited me over for a business discussion.”
He finished, but the lack of conviction in her gaze told him she didn't believe a word of that highly specific alibi, though his statement was technically not a lie.
“Hmmm, shouldn't you be waiting for him at your designated location then?” sh
