s**t.
Why does he have to be the one I'm meeting?
Prestige really does have a lot of faces you never forget. People look alike these days. It's nothing new. Nothing to panic about.
I walked slowly to the table, avoiding his gaze.
D.D.'s eyes followed me the whole way. Down the line of my dress. Across my hands. Up to my throat. Slow. Familiar.
I knew that look. I'd felt it before.
I kept my eyes on the photographs spread across the table.
He cleared his throat. When I finally risked a glance, he was already looking back at Jack — but there was something in the corner of his mouth that hadn't been there a second ago.
Jack looked at me.
"Do you perhaps know him?"
Don't answer too fast. Don't answer too slow.
"Maybe he looks familiar too."
Jack adjusted his tie.
"Seems you're pop
