Luca Delgado sipped his burnt-tasting coffee on the corner of 3rd and Main, eyes half-closed behind tinted sunglasses. The city was just waking up, the sidewalks filling with joggers, early-shift baristas, and people who did not sleep nearly as little as he did.
Being a paparazzo was not a glamorous life. It was long nights, missed meals, sometimes a face full of pepper spray and mostly dead ends. But when it paid, it paid good. And Luca had been lucky to get some life changing money shots and secrets. Especially secrets.
He was hoping to spend the morning in solitude doing up some research on his newest subjeck, a coked out starlet with a powerful backer who happened to also be a happy family man, so when he heard a familiar voice behind him, he didn't bother turning.
"Figured I'd find you here," muttered Kenny Bowers, another camera hound with a cigarette permanently stuck behind his ear.
