Page 15 of Agent vs. Assassin
“Then get me a phone number.”
Enrique finds his way back to my side, and I cut him a look, reading the dread on his face. “What?”
“Kane’s here.”
I rotate to face him. “Did you tell him about Ghost?”
“I told him.”
I whip around to face off with my brother. “Say what?”
“I told him. He needs to know just how obsessed Ghost is with you. You brought him a pie. That’s not normal, Lilah.”
“The pie was for Ghost?” Enrique demands incredulously.
Ignoring him is the theme of the day, and I do it now, my ire directed at my brother. “Thank you, Andrew. Thank you so fucking much.”
“You’re not invincible, Lilah.”
“Neither are you, Andrew. You’re on dangerous ground.”
“You’re threatening me?”
“Snitches get stitches. I’ll beat your ass later. For real.” I cut away from him, and he catches my arm.
“Dad—”
“He’ll kill the sister first.”
“Where is she?”
“That’s the question of the hour. How about you use those God-given investigative skills and find that out? Unless he forgot to give you those skills and you’ve been faking it?”
“You’re such a bitch.”
“So are you, Andrew.”
With that, I rotate away from him and exit the house, where my husband is apparently waiting on me. Good. It’s time to define the meaning of husband and wife, my way.
Chapter Ten
Jay is waiting on me on the other side of the yellow tape Andrew’s team has placed around the perimeter of the property, which some fool placed with a wide as fuck girth. I had to walk a freaking mile to duck under the tape.
“Why are you bundled up like an Eskimo?” I ask, referencing the huge-ass puffer jacket he’s presently wearing. “And why is it orange and shiny?”
“Easier for you to find me, which we both know is always your priority. Some guy gave it to me. He wouldn’t give me an official jacket. Just you.” He hands me a black jacket that I can tell has some sort of police logo on it, and it’s actually cold enough despite my joking that I accept. “Aren’t you a smartass tonight?” I ask, not wanting an answer, as I slide into the jacket.
“You heard?” he asks, and, of course, I know what he means.
“I heard,” I say, and I start moving toward the gate. “Where is he?”
“Just outside the gate,” he says, confirming I’m headed the right direction. “And it’s not good, Lilah. He’s not good. He looks like stone that’s somehow caught fire.”
“That’s normal for Kane, Jay.”
“There’s nothing normal about that man on a good day. Today makes normal levels of ‘not normal’ look normal. Is this about his father? Is war brewing?”
I halt and face him, lifting a finger as I do. “Calm down. Kane can handle his father.”