Her gut said no.
Her heart agreed.
Nodding to herself, she decided her intuition hadn’t steered her wrong yet, so she’d go with it.Fink wouldn’t turn on her, and she wouldn’t do it to him either.
Placing her ear to the door, she strained to understand the whispered tones on the other side.Damn him for speaking so low.She could learn from him.Caution probably kept him alive in his line of work.If she wanted to be a part of it, she should take that to heart.
Straightening her spine and rolling her shoulders back, she granted him some privacy.If she needed to know anything going on with that call, he’d tell her.She should respect him.That would go a lot further with him than snooping.
Besides, she had stuff to attend to.As cute as he looked in her pajama pants, wearing her clothes wasn’t a permanent solution.She should go back to getting the stains out of his suit so she could toss it into the washer.
Though if he got his own attire, he would leave.
Her heart sank.
That was the worst possible thing that could happen.
He was herinto get into the field of murder.She couldn’t allow him to go without her.While she’d only had this dream for the past hour, it was her current ambition.Sydney wanted to be a contract killer.He was the key to that profession.Going back to wherever he came from without helping her out wasn’t an option.She’d find a way to convince him.
Fink
Having tucked himself into the farthest corner of the room away from the door, Fink placed the phone to his ear.“Yeah?”
The fan should be enough to give him privacy, but he had to make sure.
“Sydney Elizabeth Cassidy.Age thirty-one.”AJ read off her date of birth, address, and a series of previous addresses.
“Sounds like her,” Fink confirmed.
“Clean as a whistle,” AJ said.“As an adult, anyway.A few traffic fines.Speeding and failure to use turn signals.Benign stuff.”
Fink nodded as he glanced toward the closed door and considered the woman on the other side.There had to be more to the story.A normal person wasn’t able to stab a guy without an iota of regret.She’d done it with pure glee.
“Nothing?”he asked.
“As an adult?No.”
Why did he keep qualifying it?“So, there’s stuff as a kid?”
AJ chuckled.“Oh, hell yeah.”
Fink nodded.Here it comes.
“Born Susan Margaret Lackey.The only surviving child of Jennifer Flannigan and Marcus Lackey.She witnessed her father stab her pregnant mother and older brother, Marcus Lackey Jr., from a coat closet when she was three.”
Well, that was tragic.
“Bounced around foster placements.Shoplifting charges.Loitering.Assault.”AJ clucked his tongue.“This chick lived a hell of a life.”
Explained a lot.
“Aged out of the system at eighteen, but with the assistance of her foster families, she got her juvenile record expunged and legally changed her name.”
Fink nodded.
“So, squeaky clean on paper but a spitfire for sure,” AJ declared.
Fink couldn’t agree more.There was an energy about Sydney.She didn’t take any shit.It was one of the many things he appreciated about her.
