Chapter 115

KEVIN SLID BETWEEN THE people, nodding and pretending he belonged. Every now and then, he'd pause and speak to someone as if they were supposed to know each other. That was the nice thing about nerds. They were socially inept enough no one would outright ask him where they'd met.

He had one goal tonight: Plant the fliers and watch Andrea's world burn.

First order of business was to snag a drink at the bar. The name of the game tonight was blending in. Letting people forget he was there.

Kevin took whatever the special was and surveyed the room.

The Dark Matter executives were easy to pick out in their business attire, except the big boss who wore jeans and a threadbare T-shirt, while everyone else wore jeans or some other conference outfit. Costumes seemed to be a thing. He filed that away for later and continued his perusal of the room.

A loud peal of laughter drew all eyes toward the cluster of women nearest the windows. Andrea's group stuck out, all tits and ass.

Damn it.