RASMUSS

pack against my aching shoulder. The exhaustion from practice wa

on his face. "Hey, Cap. You still going to the charity gala tonig

an a quick shower and to go home. My "

randfather's in town.

man. Arthur 'the patriarch' Rasmussen is back? Is h

en, was an old-school, stubborn gentleman. He thought I needed a wife "wor

ID read: "Arthur a.k.a. The Matchma

ce boomed. "I sent you an address. You and Sp

Grandpa, I told you I'm n

room for argument. "A very, very special girl. My 'surp

reenwich Village. I showed it to Spencer. He whistled. "The old m

"Let's go. Get it over with."

yellow Lamborghini, weaving thr

f girl do you think it is? To get the ol

ad announced he'd found a trace of the mythical online player "Enigma" and issued a challenge. "Enigma," the a

of the café. I reluctan

e smell of coffee. A girl was sitting at a window table, her

led with dense lines of code. She seemed complete

table. "Hello, beautiful. Miss Faye Beaumont? W

The moment she turned her f

delicate but sharp, especially her ice-blue eyes. They were like arctic

s dumped at her own engagement party, taken away by the mi

and stood up. Her movements were clean and

cool as her eyes, with a faint, al

It was as if she expected us. T

Faye's eyes landed on the yellow Lambo

ce, right? The latest Aventador SV

e car once, and then her gaze stopped on a t

small logo, an abstract combin

ed up at me. For the first time, there was a different emotion in

red, almost to herself. "Arthur

an, 'this one'? This was a birthday gift from Arthur. He said some

Then she looked at me. "Get in. I don't wa

Why did she say, "So it was this one"? What did

ll-knowing, almost indulgent look. What did it mean