Page 32 of Web of Lies
I rub my hands together and glance at Wyatt before answering. “Just thinking about what's about to happen.”
She swallows thickly and loudly. “What do you mean?”
I shrug. “Not sure yet.”
Wyatt secures Larken to the chair in the living room again after she finishes eating. I don't know why he bothered. She's not going anywhere. Kidnapped people are usually jumpy and nervous, but she is neither of those things. I think the best combination of words to describe her since we've had her is stubborn and aloof. Possibly unbothered. Her attitude is grating on Wyatt in a big way and I'm thoroughly enjoying it. If anybody needs some ruffling it's him.
She fell asleep within minutes of settling into the chair. Wyatt covered her up with an ancient knitted blanket and I laughed at him. I laughed even harder at the glare he tried to level me with. Such a hard ass, that one. I mean, outside of this particular situation he probably is. I can imagine him running a mean operation with a whole team of other hard asses and getting all kinds of nefarious things done. But it's been a little over twenty-four hours since we actively began this operation and he's over there making sure the job doesn't get cold while she sleeps. I wonder if he has any idea what it looks like from this end? No. He's not going to see it until it's punching him in the face.
I catch his eye and nod toward the front door. I want to revisit the conversation about the husband. If Wyatt has any more information about the husband or the situation that he's been holding back, I want it before this job does what I think it's going to do and turns into a hobby.
“What's up?” Wyatt asks once the door is closed behind him.
“You sure you don't know anything else about the husband? Or anything about why we're doing this? Or what they have going on?”
He crosses his arms. “Just what I've told you. Why?”
“You covered her up.”
“What?”
I sigh dramatically. He cannot possibly be this oblivious. “You covered her up.”
“So?”
I tilt my head to the side, letting my eyebrows arch as high as they'll go. “Is this still a job?”
He snorts and turns to lean against the banister. “Of course it is.”
“Riiight.” I stretch out the word between us. “So you usually make sure your jobs are nice and cozy? Take them on group field trips to the bathroom? Make sure they don't eat too fast? Feed them at all?”
He doesn't answer any of those questions.
“Tell me about the husband again.”
He sighs. “Basic douche bag with money. Too old for her. Arrogant. Probably a narcissist. Definite scumbag.”
“Why would she marry him? Money?”
“I doubt it. I didn't do a lot of digging on him, but I dug enough to see that he's not old money. Not to be an asshole, but I fully expected her to be the type that went after the old rich guy for will money.”
“No kids?” I feel sure that she'd be way more upset if she had kids to take care of.
“No. He didn't mention kids and I didn't see anything about any from previous relationships.”
I'm with Wyatt. Not to be an asshole either, but I also assumed she'd married this guy for his money. We're quiet for a few minutes, both of us working through the mystery of why Larken is asleep in that chair right now instead of in a parlor somewhere playing canasta or whatever fucking rich people do with their time.
Huh.
“Is it her money?”
Wyatt's head whips in my direction. “Like he's after her money?”
For someone to have their uptight shit together to the extent that he probably does, he's awfully slow on the mark. “Yeah. Like, maybe she's old money and he tricked her into marrying him so he could take her money and bleed her family dry.”
Wyatt blinks at me then his mouth draws into a line. “He seems like the type.”
“So we're not the bad guys.”
