“You know what I mean. Either stop moving your legs like a junkie or start talking,” I bark.
“It’s not that easy.”
“Sure, it is. I don’t care what’s going on. I just want to make sure it won’t affect the mission.”
“It’s Bruno…”
Of course.
“What about him?”
“Something is not right.”
I put the coffee cup on the table and cross my arms over my chest.
“You are joking, right? Nothing is right about any of this. Come on, spill it. Did he move to another location?”
“No,” he replies, unsure. “During our conversation yesterday, I noticed he was hammered, asking about Sarah. Nothing out of the ordinary there, but this time he was different.”
“Different how?” This doesn’t sound good.
“He seemed lost, like he was reaching his breaking point. I fear he will come back before she can reach him.”
Fuck!
I draw a deep breath, trying to give my brain extra oxygen so I can organize my thoughts. If what pretty boy is saying is true, then we are screwed.
“Did you give him anything on Sarah?” He remains silent but his eyes give away his guilt. “Did you?”
“I had to! He wouldn’t back off!”
“What did you say?” I ask fiercely. Does he know about my proposal? I don’t think so, if he knew he’d probably said something about it.
“He wanted to know about Sarah’s living arrangements.”
“Arrangements?” I ask. “That word doesn’t suit you. Continue.”
“Whatever. Then he asked about something he never dared before.” He pauses. “He asked if she was seeing someone.”
Shit. I have always said your instincts are sharp as fuck, Bruno.
“And what did you say?”
“What do you think? I lied, of course! I lied to him because of you!”
Me?
“For me?” I hammer my fist down on my desk. I got nothing to do with this!
“Yeah, that’s right. I know there’s something going on between the two of you. Do not try to deny it.” Carter’s chest rises and falls with his rapid breaths.
“You don’t know what you are talking about, pretty boy.”
“No one can lie to Bruno and get away with it. Don’t you get it? I lied, and I know he noticed! What do you think is going to happen when he finds out you are involved in all this?”
We’re both yelling at each other like a couple fighting over a suspicious text message.
“We’ll deal with that when the time is right. That isifhe finds out.”
