Page 97 of Signed, I'm Yours!
“Ca-can I see the locations? I’ve not been keeping up with the news.”
I nod and step in front of Seojun to hand him my phone, where there’s a list. I don’t know what to believe. Is he that good of a liar? Or has he got no clue what we’re talking about? And who else could possibly be behind this.
“Oh,” he says.
“I knew it! You admit it!” Seojun snatches the phone away and points his finger at him.
“No. Of course not. But I recognize these places. They’re all places I secured for my previous boss.”
“Your boss?” Seojun asks. “The Phantom?”
Kevin nods.
“Isn’t he a medium?”
“He is. But he’s an entrepreneur. He dips his fingers into many pies. Real estate is one of them.”
Seojun glances at me, and I can tell he’s as confused as I am.
“Where can we find your ex-boss?” I ask.
“Oh, I don’t think I could?—”
“Isn’t he who ditched you because you needed time off to rest your aging body?”
Kevin turns to Seojun and stares at him hard for a few moments.
“Fuck that bastard. I’ll tell you where to find him.”
He writes down an address, and soon enough, we’re back on our way out.
I message Bob on the way and we catch a ride to Tribeca, where The Phantom’s condo is. “Pfft. Is that it?” Seojun asks when he realizes the building only has five floors.
I turn to him and furrow my brow to the best of my ability.
“You do know villainy isn’t measured in wealth, right?”
He shrugs and looks at his nails instead of me.
“I don’t know. Have you seen what I do and where I live?”
“Yeah, you’ve signed your way to the top and stolen from rich dicks.”
I was so pleased when April’s search did turn up that Seojun had been telling the truth since day one. He has managed to wipe out a few filthy-rich bastards who shouldn’t have breath, let alone money and power.
And to me, anyone who would touch these kinds of people and help regular folks isn’t a supervillain. More like a superhero. But since I don’t want to get lynched alive, I doubt I’ll ever tell Seojun that.
“Correction!” he screeches. “Second to top. Not the top. Yet.”
“Are you still bitter you haven’t gotten the penthouse?”
“And I will be until I get it. It’s perfectly achievable. I just need to pull a big heist, and with Paper Trail by my side, it’s so within reach I can almost touch it.” He stretches his hand toward the sky and holds it there for a moment.
“You know you’ll have to apologize for accusing him of murder, right?”
He pulls his hand back down and shakes his head.
“Until we figure out what’s going on, I don’t need to do anything of the sort.” Then he takes a breath and his shoulders sag. “Yeah. I know.”
