He focused on the road, but I stole a few glances in his direction. I’d never met someone who could frustrate me one minute and melt me the next. Aaron met us in the lobby and ushered us into a small conference room. A palpable tension simmered in the room. Aaron sat and pounded on the keyboard, while Bryson hung close to me. Samuels leaned against the wall, watching us with a disapproving look. The guys seemed to suck all the oxygen from the air. Samuels pressed his lips into a tight line. “Miss Lamar, I see your nose has healed.” “Thanks for noticing.” I took a chair and waited for someone to tell me about this lead. I had enough to deal with without taking Samuels’s bait. Aaron glanced between Bryson and me, then back to the laptop. After a moment, he turned the screen toward me. “Do you know this guy?” The satisfied smile on his face told me he fully expected me to recognize the face on the computer.
