Trevor Wood

“As they headed to the exit, Jimmy kept his eyes peeled for the security guard but saw no one. He wondered if Weston had been faking the call, just to get rid of them. He thought about the classic signs of lying he remembered from his training: the long pauses, the throat clearing, the face rubbing. She’d displayed them all. ‘Did you believe her,’ he said, ‘that she’s just a colleague?’ ‘Did I fuck,’ Carrie said. Some people didn’t need the training.”
― Trevor Wood, The Man on the Street