The drive back to Mr. Simmons' office was silent. For him, it was probably peaceful. For me, it was war.
Inside my head, pieces of memory tossed and turned like a storm. I sat still, staring out the window, but my thoughts raced.
The image of that man in the car with the blonde woman clung to my brain like a shadow. His hands. His hair. That easy smirk he wore like a signature. Something about him wouldn't let me go.
I squinted, mentally forcing the face back into focus. Who was he? Why did it feel so familiar?
And then... I saw it. The watch. That same silver-faced, brown-strapped watch I had seen yesterday when he stretched his hand for a handshake. The same one that gleamed under the sun when he kissed Raven's forehead.
My mouth parted as my stomach dropped. Oh my God. It was him.
