On the rooftop of the Blue Diamond restaurant, James Garret sat with his cousin, Declan Davidson. A tumbler of whiskey rested in his hand as he looked down from the building, his dark eyes fixed on a certain car.“How long has she been in there?” James asked, swirling the glass slowly, almost lazily.Declan looked up from his phone, confusion etched across his face. “Who?”James turned his head, giving him a single, cutting look.Declan straightened instantly. “Oh. Her.” He checked his watch. “Almost half an hour. Why?”“Hmm. Something seems odd,” James muttered, turning his gaze back to the car.“Why do you say that?”“Grandma would never waste that much time on anyone,” James muttered, his voice low and flat. “Something’s off.”Declan set his phone on the table and leaned back. “What else would they talk about? The marriage, of course.”“But why talk to her?” James mused, frowning. “Why not come to me?” As if the thought struck a nerve, he glanced back at his cousin, those dark eyes
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