And Evie wasn’t just ignoring him, but she was slamming doors in his face and just talking around him. And that butler of hers? He was acting like he wasn’t there as well. And that shit wasn’t working. When he shouted for her to tell him where Addison was again, a voice behind him told him to shut up. Joel turned slowly to look at the man. He was an older gentleman, dressed in a nice suit with a bow tie. Something about him—his face, his mode of dress—tugged at a memory for Joel, but the man spoke again before he could capture what it was that had him thinking he might have known him. “I’ve not had a headache in nearly fifty years, and you’re giving me one. What the hell is wrong with you? Just shut up and enjoy the afterlife.” Joel turned again and saw the portrait over the fireplace. The man in the portrait looked just like this man, from the top of his head and the bow tie all the way to the brown and white shoes he had on his feet.
