The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Jaime lingered at the car door for a moment, casting a cool glance over his confidant. "Mind your words."

The confidant was momentarily caught off guard, but as soon as their eyes met, he got the message. "I overstepped."

"Remember, the Davis family holds decorum in high regard," Jaime said, giving his confidant's shoulder a meaningful pat.

With that, he bent down and slipped into the car.

Rules are made by people, but the person making them isn't always the same.

The confidant nodded slightly, closed the car door, and joined him inside.

The car started up quickly, just as it had arrived, and the three vehicles sped out of the hospital in a neat line.

As they approached the intersection, the confidant, still mulling over Jaime's words, gazed out the window.

On the sidewalk, a couple was walking by. The woman, closer to the buildings, was hard to make out, but the man on the outer side had a striking presence, and something about him seemed vaguely familiar.

bureau guy he'd seen at an underground market

the confidant hit

Jaime forward, and once he settled

the street, but by now, he could only see the two figures disappearing around a corner. Hearing Jaime's displeased tone, he quickly explained, "Mr. Davis, I think

he spoke, the confidant rolled down the window and

caught a fleeting

and eyed his confidant. "Do you really think someone from the arms

responding almost automatically, "The silhouette seemed

of people with similar builds," Jaime remarked, closing

confidant quickly

it over, it made more

elusive, rarely seen in Merrywoods. It was unlikely he'd be

hadn't seen the man's

shook his head and refocused on

up a call with Grady and was heading back to the hospital room when he looked up to see Mirabella