Chapter 149

Cecilia's pov I ended the call, turned around - and nearly collided with a man who clearly had no concept of personal space. Which was odd, because I could've sworn I saw him walk past just a minute ago. Now he was standing there like a ghost waiting for his cue in a very awkward off-Broadway show. "Uh, can I help you?" I asked, polite but wary. I did a quick mental scan of his face and came up blank. No recognition. Nothing. He just stared at me. Hard. Like I was a puzzle he was trying to solve using only his gut. Then, in a whisper so faint I almost missed it, he said, "Rebecca…" Okay. Creepy. "Sir?" I tried again, injecting some steel into my voice. "Is there something you need?" That seemed to snap him out of it. He blinked, cleared his throat like a man who'd just realized he was being weird in public. "Sorry. It's my first time here. Bit turned around. I saw you and thought maybe you could help." "Sure," I said, keeping my tone friendly but alert. "This place is a maze. Which pri