A few days later:

I tapped my fingers against my chin, and my other hand rested casually on the desk. I looked at the man, who was also my best friend, but currently, his brain had stopped working, so here he was, taking my help. I asked slowly, “Do you know Vincent Moretti?”

Rowan’s jaw tightened, and he looked at me like I had asked something hilarious, “Who doesn’t?”

I nodded calmly and asked another question, trying to remind him of the key details he was forgetting, “And his ...