He wore a dark suit.

His gold watch rested on the table beside his hand.

I’d noticed the tremor again that morning.

He tried to conceal it by resting his fingers against the armrest.

For a moment, I remembered our first meeting.

The slipping wineglass.

The expensive watch.

The way he’d smiled when I helped him.

I wondered whether that moment had been another test.

Then decided I didn’t need to know.