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Andrea’s brows rose, and a spark of curiosity went off in her eyes.
“It’s nothing. It’s just … you know, men.”
“I don’t.”
CHAPTER 12
Gavin Ressler adjusted his sunglasses as he chomped on the artisan bread he’d just bought from the bakery across the street from EB Co.
His shoulder was resting against a lamp post, and he crossed his ankles, consciously making sure his body language was as relaxed as possible.
All this was second nature to him.
All those years of pretending to be a nice person. No one ever saw through him.
His neighbors thought he was the most charming fellow. They came to him for advice or whenever they needed help. His colleagues had invited him into their homes, and his students loved him, treating him like a star.
No one ever saw through him.
No one but Clary Fiore.
Gavin exhaled a heated breath as he twisted his jaw.
He closed his eyes for a moment. As he drew in a breath, he relaxed his cheeks and curled his lips.
Dusting lint from his black suit, he took out his phone and pretended to smile at something on the screen while several people strolled past him.
In his suit, he was just another office worker milling by in the financial district.
With his new haircut and clean-shaven face, it would be difficult to recognize him from his mugshot.
With his smile and air of confidence? Impossible.
He’d strolled right by police officers who were scanning every face on the street. He kept his relaxed pace and glued his eyes to his phone as everyone else was doing.
He’d wanted to personally deliver the mannequin he prepared for Clary, but Tamara wouldn’t risk it.
I can’t possibly pretend to go about my business while worrying if anyone will notice you in the building.
Gavin rolled his eyes even as Tamara’s whiny voice played in his mind. So weak. That was why Edward Eolenfeld never saw her as anything more than his assistant, because some people were meant to remain small and pathetic their entire lives.
He hadn’t said any of that to her, of course.
He still needed her. The phone, suits, and apartment. Tamara got all that ready for him.
Efficient, but ultimately, she was … useless.
Because of course he was right.
If he’d strolled right into EB Co. with his present, the police couldn’t have traced the package back to his apartment.
He’d gotten out of that apartment the very same night Tamara was arrested.
Tamara would call him every night and come by the apartment every now and then, whining about Clary and Neil. He had no interest in whatever Neil had done to her. Her own stupidity landed her in that situation.
The sudden lack of contact had immediately alerted him that something was wrong, so he packed and left that night.
Now, he had to stay in a small, dingy motel.
