Enemy inside?

My smile slipped, eyes widened to friction.

Lorenzo Falcone? So that's why he seemed to be so familiar. I had seen him on the TV that day, but couldn't see his face properly because he had his hand covering half of his face from the cameras.

But wasn't he in jail? What the hell was he doing here now? And after all he did to Deacon. The nerve of this man!

My jaw clenched. "What are you doing here?