Biting his lips together, he did his best to swallow his laughter.This situation wasn’t funny.What she said was true, but it sounded so strange.“On my honor.”
Did he have any?What was he even saying?Whatever, it sounded good, and he meant it.
Sticking out his hand, he lifted his chin.“From this day forth, I will no longer work alone.”
Finally, her beautiful smile made an appearance as she accepted his appendage.
“Thank you,” she said as they shook.
With a yank, he dragged her back into the bathroom.Her body collided with his, and he bent down to claim her mouth.
As they kissed, her muscles loosened.The tension he’d seen eased in her body.
Reluctantly, he broke contact and grabbed her chin.“We need to take a shower.”
She giggled.“We?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”He wrinkled his nose.“You smell like stinky lawyer.”
48
Sydney
Four Days Later
There was a lot to do when disappearing from existence.The first of which was terminating her lease.Considering his house was fully furnished, and with better stuff than she owned, she had to get rid of all her belongings.Well, not every one of them.Her books were coming with her, as well as her clothes, but the big bulky stuff had to go.
For anyone else, condensing her life down to a few bags would be odd.Not Sydney.As a person who survived the foster system, having everything she owned tossed into garbage bags as she went from place to place was quite common.
Though this time around, she had much better luggage.Totes too.Not to mention, this was her call.This wasn’t a surprise.She made the choice fully informed and on her own terms.The scenarios couldn’t be more different.
Instead of dreading where she’d go next, she looked forward to it.The only hard part would be telling Cassidy and Hauwa.Not that she saw them often, once a year maybe, but it’d be less considering there would be quite a bit of states between them and Fink didn’t fly.
Ever.
He drove everywhere.
Paper trails.
This man worried about leaving clues behind.This tendency bordered on the obsessive.It was exhausting, but worth it.She had to learn to think like him, move like him, be like him.No matter how annoying, it was for the best.
Fink explained they were supposed to be ghosts.
Air travel left a footprint.They couldn’t risk it.
If it wasn’t drivable, it wasn’t worth doing.
Exiting the thrift store, which had agreed to take her couch and kitchen set, Sydney strolled through the parking lot toward her car.As she dug through her purse for her keys, she hummed to herself happily.
That was until someone cleared his throat.
Lifting her head, she stutter-stepped to a stop at the sight of Detective Morris leaning against the front fender of her sedan.
“Miss Cassidy,” he said, pushing off the vehicle.“What a pleasant surprise.”
She wasn’t so sure about that.Glancing around, she expected to see an entire SWAT team descend upon her.
“Hello?”she struggled to say.
