Sydney was marvelous in a thousand ways.
Slowly, he crept toward the only window in the bedroom.Careful to keep himself out of view, he shifted the blinds ever so slightly in time to watch the nondescript sedan pull out of the parking lot.
They were gone.
The coast was clear.
Dropping the towel, he swiped the flannel pajama pants off the bed and tugged them up his legs.While he would’ve preferred some briefs, those were saturated with dry blood.He couldn’t take the chance of walking around with Grant’s DNA on him any longer.
Exiting the bedroom, he found Sydney sitting on the floor with her knees up against her chest and her back against the door.Staring straight ahead, he couldn’t read her expression.
Okay, maybe she hadn’t done as well as he thought.This wasn’t the posture of someone who had deceived the law before.
“You alright?”he asked from a distance.
Slowly, she turned toward him.“I just lied to the police.”
Interesting that killing a guy left her giddy, but fibbing seemed to bother her.
He filed that away as one of her many endearing quirks.
“Actually”—she cocked her head to the side—“I was entirely dishonest.”
He narrowed his eyes.What did that mean?He’d heard everything she said.
“I spoke the truth,” she said, as though she were working it out aloud.“But not what they wanted to know.”
He nodded.That was exactly what he’d hope she’d do.Keeping to facts was a hell of a lot easier than making shit up.Consistency was key.If everything she said was true, then it would check out.There’d be no reason to investigate her inaccuracies.
“Do you think they’ll be back?”she asked.
He shrugged.“Maybe.Depends on whether any of the leads you gave them pan out.”
She snorted.“How can they?We did the thing.”
He grinned and went farther into the living room.“Thing?”
She peeled herself off the floor.
The two of them met between the television and the ottoman.“How would anything I said check out?”
Glancing upward, he considered it and bobbed his head left and right.“Well, someone had to hire me.”
“You’re not a vigilante?”
He laughed.“No.This isn’t a hobby.It’s my job.”
“Does it pay well?”
He eyed her cautiously.
“I’m sort of out of work,” she reminded him.
Where was she going with this?
“I get that there is a lot of risk involved.”
He arched a brow.
