Killed And Reborn, I Found True Love
Silver-haired, tall, smiling in the particular way of men who had learned a long time ago that a smile was more intimidating than a frown.
She didn't recognise him. But looking at him, she had the unsettling feeling that he recognised her.
"He doesn't look like someone who sends shooters," she said.
"The ones who look like it rarely do," Cameron said. He set a mug beside her. "The ones who look like this — the ones with foundations and conference keynotes — those are the ones you have to be most careful with."
She kept looking at the photograph.
"Why Elena? If he's been watching me, why move on her now? Why that café, that night?"