Suzanne remembered how chatty she was when they’d first met a few years ago, a cheerful girl, full of questions as Suzanne, along with other MPD det...ctives, assisted at a public function the then-senator was attending with his family, not long after they’d arrived in Washington to begin the senator’s first term.They’d had a connection, Suzanne knew. They’d seen each other from time to time since then, their conversations brief but friendly, and more than once the daughter now code-named. Her dress fit even better than it did the day we bought it. Her hair was straitened down and it looked perfect, she had touch of makeup on just to make her face pop. “You look amazing.” I said as I held her hand“This is for you” I said as I put on her corsage.“It is beautiful.” She said as she gave me a kiss on the cheek. We took a few pictures of us. As we walked towards the limo my mom ran out and took more photos. We got into the car and picked up the other couples. Chuck had Shelby hook him. As soon as I was inside, I could tell that the years had not been kind to Brian. It was the same apartment I remembered, only the furniture was worn and shabby now, and the floor was littered with dirty clothes and newspapers. I peeked into his bedroom, where the unmade bed was covered with more dirty clothes. I thought I saw a uniform shirt. I picked it up and read the nametag. "Sun Valley Pool Service" in bold letters, and "Brian" in cursive below. Oh my God. I sat down on the edge of his. Dark black (darker than Joshua's, the total absence of colour) spiky hair. Pale skin. Clean shaven face. He wore a black "Breaking Benjamin" Shirt. Black jeans with a chain on them and combat boots. He carried a black bag over his shoulder. But it was his eyes that was what caught me. They were red. Red as blood. Piercing. He was tall. He looked taller than my dad (an even 6 ft.). Maybe taller than or just as tall as Joshua. He had broad shoulders, and what i could see looked toned and muscular.