Chapter 16
- The tailor’s shop smelled like cedar, starch, and high expectations.
- It was sleek, quiet, too expensive for anyone to be comfortable — except for Beck, who leaned back in a wingback chair with his shirt unbuttoned and his tie half-draped like he was modeling for GQ.
- Jonah stood on a pedestal in front of one of the mirrors, arms stretched while the tailor pinned his cuffs.