“No, it’s not.”Now he got on her nerves.There was no reason in the world to lie to her.Why was he doing this?
Hadn’t they bonded over spilled blood—and then the sex?Wasn’t there some code about killers being genuine with one another?Seriously, of all the things to withhold,his name?There were far more important details than that.
“If I were lying, I’d say my name is Fred.Or George.Something common.Not Fink.”
She narrowed her eyes at him.He had a point.Then again, people who were good at being deceitful were believable.“So, your legal name is Fink?”
“It’s what people call me,” he declared.
Ah.That made sense.“So, it’s a nickname.”
“We say that.”
“Fink.”She tested it out over her tongue.
“Who do you work for?”
Didn’t she answer that one already?Well, if he wanted to waste his turn on stuff they already covered, who was she to stop him?“I submitted my resignation tonight, so I’m currently unemployed.”
He nodded, but his features twisted as though he were deep in thought.“For how long?”
“Nope.Not your turn.”She grinned.“Where are you from?”
“Everywhere and nowhere,” he said.
She rolled her eyes.“Come on.If you don’t play fair, I’m not going to either.”
With a sigh, he seemed to relent.“I moved around a lot, so I don’t feel like I’m from anywhere.”
“We’re you an Army brat or something?”she asked.
He held up a finger.“Uh-uh.”He grinned.“One at a time.Remember?”
Smirking, she pulled her legs out from under her.Apparently, he’d come to enjoy their little game.
“Where are you from?”he parroted her question.
Glancing upward, she considered her answer.“Um.Born in Mahnomen, I grew up in Minnetonka.Moved out here after college.”
He nodded.
“Why did you kill Mitchell?”she asked.
“I thought you did,” he countered playfully.
“Touché,” she sniggered.“Why were you trying to murder Mitchell?”
“It’s my job.”
“So, you’re out of work now too?”
He threw his head back and laughed far too heartily for the question.When he righted himself, his expression had darkened.An eerie look crept into the blackness of his irises.They had to be contacts.What color were they underneath?
“Never.”His tone was ominous, and it stroked her core.
Her body heated, and her nipples peaked.Shifting her arms, she hoped they didn’t show through the thin material of her tank top.
She shouldn’t be turned on by such a sinister statement by someone she knew for a fact could be quite violent.The image of the golf trophy in his hand as he slammed it against Mitchell’s head again and again flashed through her mind.The spray of blood crossed the room as he moved.
