Mr. Kingsley was not nearly as nice as Caiden thought from his photo. He was cold and brusque, saying to Rian, after being introduced to Caiden, “I was under the impression I’d be meeting the man who was going to impersonate me.”
Rian replied, “I’m sorry, but he’s still in transit from overseas. Mr. McNeil, here, is meeting him at the airport with all the information, pictures, and videos. He’ll go with Mr. Franklin to the hotel where they’ll work together until Franklin has you down pat.”
Kingsley didn’t seem pleased to hear that, but obviously accepted that he had no choice. “If I had known, I wouldn’t have made the trip up here. You know how I feel about leaving my home unless it is absolutely essential. I could have couriered that—” he gestured to three thick envelopes on the coffee
