“Trying to figure out the same fucking thing,” he hissed as he glanced around.
She swallowed hard.Of all the people to discover her outside the detective’s house, he was the best one.
Trotting around, he got to the other side of the car and opened it.Dropping into the seat beside her, he glared as the door shut behind him.“What is going on?”
She had to come clean.No one could devise a better plan to remedy this than Fink.She should’ve told him right away, but with AJ showing up, it’d slipped her mind.
“Detective Morris was waiting for me outside the consignment shop.”
Fink didn’t move.In the moon’s glow, his features remained stoic.He wasn’t alarmed.Or concerned.He merely sat there.
Okay, she had to say more.“He asked about Chloe Grant.”
His jaw shifted, and he lowered his gaze.“That’s on me.”
“I thought if you could get rid of a potential threat, then I could too.”
He scoffed and shook his head.“I did something wrong.It was reckless.Why do you think AJ showed up?”
She shrugged.“Because you aren’t where you’re supposed to be.”
“Neither are you.”
She nodded.He got her there.
“You can’t do whatever this is,” Fink warned.“We have to let it play out.With each interference we engage in, the more likely attention will be drawn to us.That’s what brought AJ to your door.”
She bit her lip and hung her head in shame.
“It’s my fault.”Fink rested his hand on her shoulder.
She closed her eyes and tried to welcome the comfort emanating from his touch.
“I’m a bad example.”
She snorted.“You’re the only one I’ve got.”
He chortled and shook his head.“Do as I say, not as I do.”
She leaned over and rested her head on him.Closing her eyes, she reveled in his touch as he wrapped his arms around her.The hug, though awkwardly positioned, was filled with comfort and reassurance.She hadn’t fucked up that badly.
“I don’t know how long you’ve been here, but we should go home before the cops roll up,” he said and kissed her forehead before releasing her.
“What about Morris?”she asked.
Their problem remained.
He glanced toward the dark house she’d been watching and shrugged.“There is nothing connecting you to anything.He’ll move on, eventually.”
“What if he doesn’t?”She couldn’t count on “eventually.”Sydney needed something more solid than that.
Fink sighed and shifted his focus to her.His fingers grazed her chin.“Then you move on.Live your life.With me.These people are behind us.We did everything in our power to come out of this unscathed.If we’re meant to get caught, then that’s Marco’s problem.”
How could he be so nonchalant about it?They’d murdered someone.Two someones to be exact.The consequences of that were pretty un-fucking-pleasant.
“To be clear,” he said before kissing her forehead.“I have no intention of calling Marco.We’ll be fine.”
“You promise?”
