The man was strange. Not in a bad way. Just… unexpected.
Kyle studied him as they stood in the hotel corridor. Grey hair, slicked back neatly, not a strand out of place. His face was wrinkled—deep lines around the eyes and mouth that no amount of expensive skincare could hide. But his energy didn't match his age. He moved like someone twenty years younger, gestures quick, eyes sharp.
"Who is this guy?" Kyle wondered.
Anthony had appeared out of nowhere, laughed at Kyle's bluntness like it was the funniest thing he'd heard all year, and somehow made Kyle feel like he wasn't being interrogated.
That was the trick, wasn't it? Making someone feel comfortable while you picked them apart.
Kyle respected it.
"You're American," Anthony said. Not a question.
"Yeah." Kyle responded.
"First time in London?" Anthony asked but his voice waa filled with interest.
"First time out of the country, actually." Kyle decided to let down his guard for a second.
