Page 65 of Black Reign

Not because I'm perverse.

Because I'm a hacker.

Obviously.

His hand looks young.

That's something.

Long fingers.

No age spots.

No visible wedding band, although that proves nothing.

His body looks young too.

Maybe late twenties at most.

Unless Igor is committed to Pilates.

I laugh under my breath.

A woman at the next table glances over.

I close the photograph.

Then immediately open the one of my own mouth that I sent him.

Insane.

I am losing perspective.

The wedding invitation isn't even an invitation yet.

It's the possibility of one.

Weeks from now, Ghost may put encrypted details into NULL.

I could say no.

I should say no.

London was bad enough.

That night I had gotten close.

Closer than he knows.

I saw a tall man on the bridge.

Dark coat.

Hands in his pockets.

Still as the city moved around him.

Could have been Ghost.