Rina approached Briggs, sipping on a glass of juice, her red dress swaying as she walked. She raised a brow at his tense expression.
"Briggs, you good? You look like you just saw a ghost."
Briggs forced a smile, subtly shifting to block her view of the TV. "Yeah, just thinking about work."
Rina narrowed her eyes. "Liar. You're always relaxed at home."
She glanced past him just in time to catch a glimpse of the news banner. "Victoria Quinn: Escaped."
Her grip tightened around the glass. The air between them shifted.
"Briggs." Her voice dropped. "Tell me this is some sick joke."