Spittle sprays across the back of my neck.
Eww.
I know it’s not a big thing considering, but still. Hespiton me.
“You went through all this trouble,” Indy continues. “Sneaking into her apartment, taking us both hostage, driving us all the way here… If you’d wanted to just kill us, you could have done that already. So, where are we? And why did you bring ushere, of all places?”
“Because.”
“Because why?”
“Just turn around and keep walking!”
Indy doesn’t move. “I think this has gone on long enough,” he says. “Let her go. You want a fight? Be a man about it. Fightme. Not an innocent woman.”
Something shuffles behind me.
“She’s not innocent!”
“Sheis.”
“She isn’t! She ruined everything!”
Indy takes a step forward. “What did she ruin?”
“The plan!”
My pulse jumps.
The only plan I know of was Manny’s. But he’s in jail.
Indy pins the man behind me with his gaze. “Whose plan?”
“Mine!” It’s defiant. Almost petulant. “Myplan. Mine and Manny’s.”
“Manny wasn’t working with anyone,” Indy replies. “He said he was working alone. All the evidence was at his apartment.”
There’s a long pause.
“It was my plan,” the man finally says. “Not Manny’s. Mine. He did what I told him to. What Mother told us to.”
What?
Indy catches my eye. He jerks his chin to the left. Then he asks, “You’re Manny’s brother? There’s no record?—”
“Are you calling me aliar?”
“No,” Indy replies. “But he never mentioned a brother. So you can imagine my confusion.”
“Well, he is.” In that same odd tone, Manny’s brother—hisbrother?—continues, “Mack and Manny. The two Ms. The brains and the brawn. That’s what Mother always said.”
“What?”I blurt. “Brothers?”
“Shut up!” The man, noMack, smacks the back of my head again. “Just shut. Up.”
“Don’t hit her!” Indy growls. “Keep your fucking hands off her!”
“I’ll do whatever I want!” Mack fires back. “She ruined it! She and that fucking woman! Now the plan is fucked! Manny’s in jail! The traitors know! I’ll never get to them now!”
