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.

arms bureau guy

the confidant

he settled back, he frowned towards the front. "What's

the two figures disappearing around a corner.

the confidant rolled down the window and pointed

glanced out the window but only caught a fleeting glimpse as the figures

someone from the arms bureau would be

head, responding almost automatically, "The silhouette

of people with similar builds," Jaime remarked,

confidant quickly

it over, it made more

seen in Merrywoods. It was unlikely

the confidant had been mistaken; after all, he hadn't seen the

his head and refocused on

up a call with Grady and was heading back to the hospital room when