“Have the police shown up yet?”AJ asked.
Fink inhaled audibly.“Yes.”
“How did it go?”
“She pointed them toward others.”
“So, you’re free to go?”
Fink considered the option.In theory, yes.“It feels early.”
“How long are you staying there?”
“No idea.”
AJ sniggered.“You know, there are some pictures of her.”
What kind?They couldn’t be PG in nature if AJ felt the need to bring it up.
Not that his handler could see it, but Fink narrowed his eyes.The idea of someone else lusting after Sydney’s body had his blood boiling.
“She’s kind of hot,” AJ said.“Do you have a crush?”
“I’m cautious.”
“Bullshit,” AJ scoffed.
“What if she tells them about me after I leave?”She wouldn’t, but he had to pose the question.
“Shoot her and be done with it.Problem solved.”
Absolutely not.That wasn’t an option.Fink didn’t have an opportunity to answer because AJ had hung up.He’d given an order, but their relationship didn’t work that way.He was Fink’s handler, not his boss.Usually, his advice was spot-on, but not about this.
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Sydney
Assheclosedthefront-loading washing machine, Sydney startled.Fink had wrenched the door to her bedroom open and wore a murderous expression.
Shit.
Had she read him wrong?Usually, her gut was spot-on about people, though Fink wasn’t exactly a normal guy.Her intuition could be off.She doubted it, but her gut being wrong wasn’t outside the realm of possibility.
Holding her hand over her heart, she peered at him.“Bad news?”
He shook his head, but the expression on his face said something different.Perhaps she should tread lightly.She wasn’t so sure what all went on in there.Obviously, the information he received wasn’t good.
“I got the blood out,” she said as she pressed the buttons on the washer.“You should have your clothes back in, like, two hours, give or take.It depends on the dryer.Which is kind of shitty.”
He waved a hand, dismissing her words, and strode past her into the living room.
Her gaze followed him as he plopped down on the couch.He appeared as though the weight of the world rested on his weary shoulders.
Satisfied the stacked washer and dryer would do their job, she stepped toward him.“Did you get fired?”
“No,” he said with his head back, his eyes closed, and his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
