“Those are mine.”
“Hm. They’re nice. You don’t wear jeans, so they’re mine now.” When I look up, he’s in my chair. Control freak. He can’t help himself. “Out of my chair. Don’t touch my keyboard. Don’t touch anything.”
Declan gets up and grinds his teeth. “Renne entered the hospital, and I can’t figure out which camera follows her because you sucked up all the brains and left me underdeveloped.”
I pull up the cameras at the hospital. “You know that’s not true.”
“It is, brother. It really is. And if you were operating on a normal brain wavelength like the rest of us, you would see how brilliant you are.”
Declan always says this stuff to me. I ignore him.
A man wearing a baseball hat and jeans, looking as casual as a cop could possibly appear, walks into a storage closet. I know Renne will follow before she does.
“Uh-oh. You think they’re going in there to fuck?” Declan asks.
I swing, landing an open-handed bitch slap on Declan’s cheek.
He licks his bloody lip. I wait for him to whack me back, but he fists his hands at his sides.
“I’m waiting,” I remind him to hit me back.
“Can’t fight you. Promised Dina I wouldn’t.”
“I’m never falling in love with a girl,” I declare.
“Only obsessing over one.”
“You can’t fight me, but I can fight you. Keep that in mind, twat.”
“Why don’t we have a microphone on her?” he asks.
“We do.”
“Why don’t we hear anything?”
“Because they’re not talking.”
“Oh, so theyarefucking.”
“Damn it, Dec. I’m trying to work over here, and you’re putting images into my head that make me want to kill everyone. Including you. Stop that shit.”
Declan laughs.
He’s fucking evil, this guy.
“Hey, what’s up?” Renne says from inside the closet.
Dec and I listen.
“Glad you could make it,” the cop says. “How have you been?”
“Busy. Complicated.”
“That’s not good. There’s a picture of you and a man carrying you up the stairs that’s been leaked to the agency. I need to confirm who the man is.”
“Confirm who the man is? But I thought you wanted to meet because there’s a picture of me circulating around, and I’m in danger because I’m a witness?”
“That too. But we need to confirm who the man is first.”