Page 220 of Chandelier Sin
A set of headlights zoomed past me. And then another.
I was on the verge of giving up hope when an unfamiliar jeep pulled up to the curb.
The passenger side door opened. Atticus was leaning across the seat. “Get in!”
I climbed into the car. “I was worried.”
He pulled away from the curb. “We made sure Stella was okay.”
“Is she?”
“She will be.”
“Are we going to make our flight?”
“Yes and no.”
“What does that mean?” I studied him. “Are you angry with me?”
His eyes blinked furiously. “Is there anything you want to say to me?”
“Thank you for doing this.”
“Eve, tonight, we witnessed a man’s murder. Our next stop should be the D.A.’s office. Not the airport.”
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I need time to come to terms with what I witnessed.” He glanced at me. “You seem pretty calm, considering.”
“I thought you hated Lance.”
His jaw flexed and he pulled the car over onto the shoulder.
“Why are you stopping?”
“How many?” He turned in his seat to face me. “How many murders have you witnessed on that floor?”
I swallowed hard. “You see death all the time.”
“Death in my profession is legal.”
I hated his accusatory tone. “Not when you fuck up.”
I rolled my eyes. “How many deaths?”
“Why?”
“I want their names.”
“What does it matter?”
“Eve, it doesn’t work like that.”
“Drive, will you? If we miss our plane…”
He navigated away from the curb, his focus back on the road as he sped toward LAX.
I hugged myself. “I never asked for this life.”
