I took out my phone and did a quick search, handing her the device displaying the results—multiple articles dated from earlier in the day. California tech company reeling after tragic loss of CEO. Even in the dimly lit room, I could see the color drain from her face as she scrolled down and saw the smiling photo of Ron Gaetz. “He’s dead?” she breathed, a trembling hand lifting to her mouth as her wide gaze returned to mine. “They say it was a random mugging gone wrong.” “There was a report of a mugger using a knife in the area last night.” Never thought I’d have been pleased about being mugged, but the guy made a perfect scapegoat after the fact. Her eyes trailed down to my chest, drifting over the crisp lines of the dress shirt I was wearing, likely remembering the shirt I’d worn the nigh
