“What?”
“Catch me if I happen to fall.”
“Youwantedthem to throw you off the roof, didn’t you?” Finn growls. “You psycho.”
“You’re the psycho,” I mumble.
Finn glares a hole through me. “What if I didn’t come through? What if we set it up at the wrong spot?”
Finn’s expression is severe enough to cut my head clear off, but I get this weird feeling that this is him showing that he’s worried about me.
“Well, you didn’t. You came through. Thanks for that, by the way.” I scrunch my nose, recalling the bits and pieces of my memory from last night. “Hey, where did you get the inflatable cushion from? And was I hallucinating, or were there twenty Japanese men in suits dragging the cushion around for you?”
A flicker of discomfort passes over his face before he tucks it behind his regal mask.
My mind whirrs. “Those men… do they work for you?”
“For my father,” Finn admits grudgingly.
My heart beats faster, the way it does when I’m on the verge of discovering a secret. “Your father… it’s not Jarod Cross, is it?”
The mysterious “bodyguards” who can fight off groups of men at a time…
Taking the Grave City Crew hostage…
The dangerous-looking inflatable-cushion-rescuers who crawled out of the shadows to save me…
Finn’s knife.
The truth hits me between the eyes. I scraped the internet for info on the symbol tattooed on Ren’s arm. But it was on the back of the knife Finn gave me. I lost the weapon when I tried to defend myself from Ace in the elevator and never thought of it again.
Finn and Ren are in the same organization.
The organization owned by Finn’s father…
Is he the one behind The Grateful Project?
That would mean…
Finn’s family is more powerful than all the political pawns who were sacrificed when the scandal came out.
They’re higher than the law, than the police, than the politicians…
Theirs is a name that can’t ever come to the light…
Oh, my gosh.
I’ve been making out with the son of the Japanese mafia.
The doors suddenly part, and Dr. Kenji walks in, effectively cutting off our conversation. His tired eyes land on me and he fast-walks over. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I fell off a building, but it could be worse,” I mumble, still reeling from the fact that Finn’s father belongs to the criminal underworld. Itwouldexplain why Finn acts like more than just a musician or a high school senior.
I remember when he took Ace down in the shed. He’s a chess master, expertly shifting between his role as a quiet rich kid to a lethal crime lord.
This realization is, somehow, more insane than the entire mystery behind Kelly and Gina.
Dr. Kenji passes Finn and dips his head at him in the weirdly respectful way that I saw both Ren and Hayato do last night.
