“So?”
“I started by finding her bank account.”
Sneaky shit.“And worked your way back from there.”
“Exactly.”
My skin tingles at what he suggests. “You found her content then?”
He smirks. “I did.”
Silence hangs thick between us, save for the clang of the steel as Loki stacks it up. The sun may hide behind clouds today, but the humidity has my patience thin enough as it is.
“Did you look at it?” Violence between brothers is frowned upon, but I seriously consider whether I could get away with a sneaky hook to the jaw depending on what he says next.
“I saw it,” he taunts, “but I didn’tlookat it, if you catch my drift.”
And now I’m angry that he doesn’t think she’s good enough to admire.What the actual fuck?Somebody explain how jealousy works to me, because my head spins trying to make heads or tails of the warring emotions.
Darko hooks his thumbs in his pockets, waiting for me to steer the direction of the conversation.
I bite. “Are you going to fuckin’ tell me her handle, then, or what?”
“What’s it to you?” He tilts his head.
“Pardon the fuck me?” I widen my eyes at the fucking gall of the kid.
“Knowing what she posted online is irrelevant to finding out more about Marty. Why do you need to know what Kyra’s account name is?”
“Why doyouneed to know what it is to me before you hand it over?” I take a step toward the fucker. He’s young. Usually sticks to himself. But he’s a right asshole when he wants to be. Kid observes too much from his quiet corners of the room. We all think his nose is buried in his laptop, but the sneaky little shit sees and hears far more than we realize.
“You don’t date anyone, Jinx.” He folds his arms and widens his stance, settling in for the conversation. “You don’t touch the bunnies. As far as anyone knows, you don’t have a piece on the outside. So what gives? Why her?”
Because she reminds me that my heart knows how to feel.“Why not?”
One side of his smarmy mouth tilts up. “Blue Babylon,” he states. “No capitals. No spaces.”
bluebabylon
“You look confused.”
“Of course, I’m fuckin’ confused.” I shift to rest my weight against one of the old wooden posts. “You think Mongrel was the type to send me to Sunday school? I know it’s some kind of religious reference. I don’t know what it means, though.”
“Babylon was seen as a place of sin,” Darko explains. “A place where corruption and the hedonistic influence of man ran riot.”
And blue could be referenced to the thin blue line—her upbringing.Well shit.That makes sense then. “Blue Babylon,” I mutter. “And I bet nobody would get why she chose that.”
“Because of her career choice?”
“Nah, my brother.” I draw a deep breath and eye Loki. “Because of her father’s career choice.”
Darko looks confused for a moment before it twigs. “She doesn’t like him, and the handle is a giant fuck you.”
“I’d put money on it.”
“What are you two gossiping about?” Loki calls out, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his forearm as he approaches.
“The sound your sister makes when she comes,” Darko hollers back without missing a beat.
