Chapter 2
“You look good,” I said, leaning against the doorjamb of Trent’s office. “A bit older, but that’s to be expected.” He did look good. His hair was short and well styled, as were his beard and mustache. His face had a few more lines, but then whose doesn’t as they move into middle-age.
Trent turned, surprise and dismay flashing across his face before he got his expression under control. “Can’t say the same for you. You look like you’ve aged ten years.”
I smiled dryly. “You always were someone who told it like it is.”
“Why lie? I get enough of that from some of the people I’m involved with for work.” He leaned back, looking at me. “To what do I owe the dubious honor of this visit after such a long time?”
“I need your help.”
“From the look of you, I’d say that’s a given. I’d su
