How idiotic could he be? “Give me that camera,” he snapped, rushing toward the kid. “Oh, no. All fuh me now.” With a final shout, he was gone. His nimble feet were faster than JP could begin to be in his current position. Embarrassment sickened him as he returned to Vega. She stood silent in the doorway, her top in place and her hat and glasses once again hiding her from view. “Vega,” he began, having no idea what he could possibly say to make it better. He settled on, “I’m so sorry.” She shook her head, smiling bravely, and held out his hat to him. “No need to fret. What’s done is done. He was probably only seeking a thrill anyway.” JP wanted to agree, but he’d gotten a good look at the kid’s camera. It was no toy. He shoved the sunglasses on his face. They’d been completed exposed, and he had no doubt that if the kid figured out who he was, the shot would end up in a tabloid or on a celebrity website by the end of the day. Vega’s closed-down expression let him know she’d come to the same conclusion.
