"Talking isn't quite what I had in mind." Lindsey lifted his beer to his lips, tongue caressing the mouth of the bottle before he took a sip.
Eliot shifted uncomfortably in his seat. If he could get Sophie out of there without blowing his cover, he would, but even with his disguise, Lindsey would no doubt recognise him on sight. They were identical twins, and though time had altered both their features somewhat, they were still nearly mirror images of one another.