Dammit.He hadn’t considered that.Maybe he should reach out to AJ and get something delivered.
“Don’t your eyes hurt?”She broke into his thoughts.
Blinking self-consciously, he blew out a breath.They burned, but he’d used some eye drops to soothe them.“Not really.”
“I’m assuming you’ve got contacts.”
She’d be right.
“Either that or you got your eyes tattooed black.If you did, I have to know how badly it hurt and if it was scary.”
He chuckled.“They’re contacts.”
Fink had plenty of tattoos, but not on his eyeballs.Even the idea of it made him cringe.
“Do people do that?”he couldn’t help but ask.
“Oh yeah,” she said on a snicker.“Those people who want to be lizards or the ones who get horn dermals.They do.I’ve seen it on TV, but never in real life.”
He shook his head at the concept of longing to be a reptile.Perhaps there were people in this world who were more fucked up than him.
Nah.
They were just different.
Running his fingers along the chipping paint of his face, he sighed.He should wash up.It had gotten itchy, and he couldn’t walk around with evidence all over him.It’d been on far too long.
Another oversight.This woman made him lose his head.He had to get out of here sooner rather than later before he forgot how to do his damn job.
Plus, he was exhausted.A shower sounded really nice, though.
“I promise.”Once again, she invaded his thoughts with her singsong voice.“I won’t run away or call the cops.”
He cocked his head.That hadn’t even been a possibility in his mind.
Jesus Christ.Why was he acting like an amateur?
“I don’t consider myself your hostage or a kidnappee.”
He furrowed his brow.To be fair, he didn’t either, but where the hell was she going with this?
“One might say we’re accomplices at this point,” she asserted.
Once again, she spurred a laugh from him.He enjoyed how easily she got him to do so.“Oh yeah?”
She nodded while running a sponge over a plate.“Absolutely.Co-conspirator.Murder buddy.Whatever you want to call it.We’re in this together.”
Her words unleashed a flurry in his stomach.He wasn’t quite sure how to handle it.He grinned like a fool, enjoying her sentiment.
“Murder buddy?”he repeated softly.
The walls in her apartment were thinner than he would have liked.He hadn’t made out conversations from the other tenants, but he’d known they were bumping around.No one needed to hear about what they’d done.It was their secret.
“What would you call it?”
He hadn’t thought about it, but he liked the sound ofmurder buddy.
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