ALEXANDER
MY delicious little amy has underestimated me.
That’s no real surprise, she simply has no comprehension of how astute I have to be in my line of work. My entire career has hinged on my ability to read people – the things they don’t want to tell me, the subtle little inferences of their body language, the little facts between their lines.
I wasn’t sure, not until we left the tavern.
I couldn’t call it for certain until I watched them outside as I went to book us a room.
Dean, whatever his real name is, is no stranger to my beautiful Amy.
They’ve met before. I’d venture as far as to say they’re pretty well acquainted.
Which leaves me with a dilemma – to call them out and put an end to this dance, or push them as far as they’ll go to maintain their cover.
They don’t call me
