Evelyn stood where she was, the paper bag still clutched in her hands and her eyes fixed on the empty space he had disappeared into.
Something about the interaction sat wrong with her. It wasn't what Jack had said, it was what he hadn't.
"Evelyn."
She startled slightly and turned.
Lucas stood a few feet away, hands in his jacket pockets, his expression unreadable but alert. He had clearly seen Jack leave.
"What was that about?" he asked calmly.
Evelyn hesitated, then shook her head. "I don't know, when I came down, he was still here but you know everyone else left hours ago."
Lucas's brows knit together. "Still here?"
"Yes," she said slowly. "He said he came to see Alexander but he didn't ask about him. And he looked—" She stopped, searching for the right word. "Off. Not smug, not defensive. Just wrong."
Lucas's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.
"That's strange," he said after a beat.
