Rico Evans didn't flinch. Not at first. Darren had seen him bluff through poker games with a straight face and con his way out of situations that would've had anyone else folding under pressure.
Throughout their college life, Rico had been great at doing anything that was morally questionable, but it was always easy for Darren to tell when he was lying.
That was because he was way too good at it. Too good for his own good.
The question — What were you doing in the hospital? — hung in the air like a tripwire. Darren watched carefully as Rico's pupils shifted, his shoulders tightening just a little before he relaxed into an easy smirk.
A fraction of hesitation. Barely noticeable.
Now here comes the lie...
"Oh, that?" Rico let out a breathy chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. "My aunt's been sick, man. Real bad. Some kind of kidney thing— I dunno, medical stuff's not my forte. Just came to drop off some things and check in on her. What about you, why are you here?"
