XII
Miri kept the can of pepper spray pointed at Lucan.
“Put that thing away before you actually use it,” Lucan said. “That’s one of my products, by the way.”
He smelled like he had just gotten out of the shower, a eucalyptus and lavender kind of smell that she recognized from the soap section at Gavlin’s. His black hair looked slightly wet, and she couldn’t tell if it was from the shower or hair gel. His green eyes shone from behind his sunglasses, and his navy blue suit was slim-fitted, but his shirt was buttoned wrong, making his upper torso look like a skewed painting.
All that money and you can’t button your shirt.
“What do you want?” Miri asked.
Lucan unwrapped a piece of hard candy and tossed it in his mouth. “I should introduce myself—”
“I know who you are,” Miri said.
She
