Ivy saw a ripple of guilt pass over his face before he shuttered his expression. At the same time, he seemed genuinely surprised to see her here. “I came to look up an old friend,” he answered, his voice carefully void of inflection. “Yeah? What old friend?” She noted the slight tightening of his mouth before he answered. “Seth Hammond. His sister said he’s working here now.” Since when was Seth Hammond a friend? Sure, Sutton and Seth had been tight as ticks when they were boys, but by the time Sutton shook the dust of Bitterwood off his boots, he and Seth had been enemies. “Why are you here?” Sutton asked. “Following up a lead.” “This is the company you were talking about.” Sutton’s brow furrowed. “Coincidence, huh?” He looked a little defensive.
