Chapter 21 *

Vesper's POV

A group of about fifteen people was walking toward us. In the center was a man I immediately clocked as the race director—short, maybe 5'6", with a beer gut straining against a polo shirt bearing the Scarlet-Stone Pack logo. Bald head, khaki pants, the self-important swagger of someone who enjoyed having authority.

But it wasn't him who caught my attention.

It was the man beside him.