Page 243 of Chandelier Sin
“Clearly you do.”
“I’ve sensed it for some time.”
“Rylee?”
“No, someone else. We’ll dig deep and try to discover who that is.”
“Why would they hide from us?”
“To protect themselves.”
I mulled that over. “With Aemon gone, we should be able to move forward with the deal at Pendulum.”
“Let the news of Aemon’s death settle first.”
“That was the plan.”
“Good, then we’re on the same page.”
“I have the feeling you’re already aware of some part of my history.” I stared at the chair like it was a torture device. “What exactly do you know?”
“You didn’t kill her,” he said softly.
That made me catch my breath.
My jaw tightened. “Who have you been talking with?”
“I went back, Atti. Way back, to the very beginning.”
My mouth went dry. “I’d rather you talk to me about this first, before scouring through private records.”
“It was all there in the medical files. Your birth records are enlightening.”
“What gave you the right?”
“You did.”
“Fuck that. When?”
“When you asked to borrow my plane with my name on it. Knowing Eve would guess I was the fourth partner.”
He looked riled up and I couldn’t blame him. But still, he was poking the hornet’s nest and that was intolerable.
“What are you saying?” I seethed.
“Sit in my chair.”
“No.”
“I could use violence to force you.”
“You’re the one who needs therapy,” I chided.
“Atti, humor me.”
Defeated, I walked over and plopped into his therapist’s chair—the seat with all the power. I hoped I could maintain some sense of dignity.
I pointed to the high-backed chair. “You’re the one who needs therapy. Let’s see what’s in your brain.”
