Chapter 79: Where?
"The bar," Caleb said.
The Hacker's smile did not change. Her head stayed tilted at the same angle. The crushed-orchid scent stayed where it was, in the air and on her skin and in the lining of the suit she had bought him.
"Lead the way," she said. "I haven't had a drink."
She did not move out of his path. Her body angled next to his and let him take the first step. Her hand brushed his sleeve at the elbow on the way past. The brush was small enough to mean nothing and specific enough to mean she had been planning it.
Caleb walked.
The man with the eyes from his father's office had been standing near the toast platform thirty seconds ago. The toast platform was on the way to the bar. The geometry was helpful and that was enough.
The Hacker matched his pace exactly. Her shoulder kept a steady distance from his that was either polite or rehearsed.
"You walk like you read the room before you entered it," she said.
"I do."
"Most of them don't."
"I know."
