“Can I ask you a question?” That buzz intensified, making my muscles almost vibrate. It was like that feeling of being at the top of a roller coaster, knowing you were about to fall. Ezra’s expression grew puzzled. “Sure.” “Did you know Emerson Sinclair?” I watched as his body language changed, could see as the wave of tension washed over him. Ezra’s jaw tightened and his eyes went hard. The jolly coffee enthusiast was gone, and I knew I’d made a miscalculation on whom to approach first. Shit.
