"Everything okay?" Roman asked.
"Yeah," I breathed. "Just a second. I think I see someone I know."
Moving away from him, I moved through the crowd, peering all around in hope of spotting the face again.
It had been such a quick, passing glance ... yet the face had been so very familiar. I knew that face. Where did I know that face from?
The question haunted me as I looked around. Why was I drawn to the face? What if it was someone I shouldn't trust? Was it possible it was someone from the Auction House?
No, no. Our security would have noticed that, surely. And I don't think my instinctual reaction would have been to go nearer to the voice. It would have been to alert Roman, security, and maybe run. No, this guy had to be someone I knew.
