Corbin Porter, Fish & Chips
The man on the other side of the two-way glass was as different from Del Porter as night was from day. And McCoy was right. Zane did have a general resemblance in height, build, and coloring. But Corbin Porter was definitely high-class. Or he thought he was: finely cut hair slicked back, a ruby stud in one ear, an expensive designer suit with a high-collared shirt rather than a tie, custom cuff links, manicured hands, and Italian leather on his feet. He held himself like a man accustomed to receiving respect, or possibly groveling.
Madeleine Urban; Abigail Roux. Fish & Chips (Kindle Locations 324-328). Kindle Edition.
The man was… arrogant. That was the word Zane was looking for. Arrogant.
And possibly vain as well, but only to the point of knowing he was a fine-looking man.
He was also confident and controlled. He had propped one ankle over the opposite knee as he sat casually at the table, one forearm resting on the edge. He wasn‟t fidgeting or twitching. He was simply waiting. What gave him away was the anger sparking in his eyes and the tightness around his mouth.
Madeleine Urban; Abigail Roux. Fish & Chips (Kindle Locations 330-333). Kindle Edition.
