Grayson POV
The mood is somber, despite the joviality of the patrons in the pub. Knox is almost unrecognizable in his casual clothing and baseball hat as he slides into the booth opposite me.
"Grayson" his voice is low, his expression one of concern "you said this concerns Flair?"
I silently push the photos towards him and watch as his expression changes to anger, his eyes blazing as he glances upwards.
"They aren't me," I tell him quietly.
He snorts. "Of course, they aren't. The work is good" he adds, picking up the photos and examining them closely "but even I can see that there's overlapping and that the image is slightly distorted which means it's been tampered with. I'm no photographer but I recognize when technology and software have been used to create something."
I'm relie
