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Dead Ink(Karma Series Book 4)(33)

By:Donna Augustine


"Have something to show you."

"What?"

"Just come."

Lars got up from where he'd been lying beside Faith. Her eyes flickered  open the slightest amount, a drowsy but content look in them.

"I've got to run to Cutty's. Go back to sleep." Before he thought about  what he was doing, he leaned forward and feathered a kiss on her lips.  They turned up slightly in response as she snuggled back down into the  comforter.

He found he was happy he'd done that. He should do that more often. He  was smiling when he walked out the door ten minutes later. Maybe he  could be good at this relationship stuff.



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His mind started cranking on the drive over as he thought of all the  possible reasons Cutty would ask him to come by. The sky had just begun  to lighten as he got there. Cutty always kept weird hours but normally  he'd be sleeping right now, which led to even more unease. What did he  need to show him that would have him up predawn?

The door was unlocked and he let himself in to find Cutty on the couch.  All the lights were off but for one in the far corner, casting harsh  shadows across his face. There was a glass of whiskey in his hand and it  didn't look like it had been his first. That was much more alarming  because of the amount of alcohol it took to have a visible effect on  them.

Lars walked over and sat on the other end of the couch. "What was so important?"

Cutty took large sip of whiskey before he spoke. "Remember how you asked  me to do a little digging around in Faith's human life?"

Hearing that question was as if someone had just swung a bowling ball  into his gut but he responded as if nothing were amiss. "Yes."

"Well, I wasn't going to. But then Fate asked me to reach out to my  connections as well. Between the two of you, I decided one of you would  haunt me until I did it, so I called my guy."

Lars looked over at the bottle of whiskey nearby and resisted the urge  to take a long swig, but only barely. "What did your guy in Seattle  find?"

"He sent me a file. Before I give it to you, I want you to listen to me," Cutty said as he got to his feet as Lars did.

"Give me the report." He didn't know what was in it but he was already  getting angry. Cutty didn't realize how feeding him this information in  dribs and drabs was making the situation that much worse.

"I don't care what's in it." Cutty stood obstinately in his way. "I know what I know and I'm telling you, she's a good person."

The words were like an annoying buzz in Lars' ear as the only thing he  could think of was what he was going to find out. "Get it for me or I'm  going to tear your house apart looking for it."

He started to step around Cutty, planning on doing exactly that, but  Cutty mirrored his steps, holding his hands up. "Okay, I'll get it. Just  try not to do anything rash."

He disappeared into another room and then came out and handed him a tan, legal-sized envelope.

Lars pulled out several sheets and scanned them quickly. On page three  he saw what had Cutty nervous. "Fuck." He dropped them to his side for a  minute but didn't let them go as he took a couple of steps around  Cutty's place. He leaned a hip against his dining table as tried to get a  handle on what he'd just seen. Cutty didn't say anything as he stood  there in silence for a minute.                       
       
           



       

It looked bad. Really bad.

"Did you show these to Fate?" Lars asked, feeling oddly protective of her even faced with damning evidence.

"No."

"Don't."

"I won't."

Lars didn't say anything else. Just took the envelope and papers and walked out.

"Lars, don't be stupid," Cutty called after him from the door as he got in his car.



***



Faith was laying on the bed awake when Lars came in. She looked at him  and swallowed back the pleasant greeting she'd been about to offer. From  the way the door shut to the sound of his footsteps as he walked across  the room, everything about him screamed something was wrong.

She sat up just as he stopped by the foot of the bed and dropped an envelope by her feet.

"What is that?" she asked, already knowing she wasn't going to like it. He obviously didn't.

He stood there, arms crossed and staring at her. "Look at it."

She looked at his face and felt a pure, one hundred percent undiluted  dread settle into her chest. She didn't know how he'd found out but he  had. She didn't have to ask what he thought. His scowl declared his  feelings better than any words could.

She shook her head as she steeled her heart, preparing for the hurt she was already feeling to get worse. "I don't need to."

He lifted the envelope and tossed it closer to her chest. "You aren't going to bother looking?"

"No."

"No defense?"

"There is no defense good enough to make you think I'm not this horrible  person you've decided I am. You've already judged and condemned me.  What's the point?" And she couldn't do it-beg him to believe she wasn't a  monster. There was nothing worth what that would do to her.

She got out of the bed, feeling too vulnerable there but not sure where  else to go once she did. She was thankful she'd thrown a t-shirt on and  she wasn't still naked as he followed her over to where her bag sat. She  reached in, grabbing a clean outfit as he came to stand next to her.

"You've got nothing to say?" he asked.

She'd let him think whatever he wanted but she couldn't stop the urge to  attack that was building fueled but the anger at him for always  thinking the worst of her.

"Obviously I'm in cahoots with him. Why else would Keith kill my  brother?" She couldn't have sounded more toxic if she'd dipped her  tongue in cyanide.

"I'm not saying you're with Keith. I'm saying you knew him."

She stopped dodging what she knew was in the folder and just laid it out  there. If she told him more than he already knew, oh well. She didn't  care anymore. "Because he bought some artwork from my gallery? Because I  had lunch with him when I had no idea who he was? Because that's what  you do when you have a business and clients?"

"You've been here weeks and in all that time you don't say one word?  There wasn't one opportunity as we sat here night after night? Not a  single chance to squeeze in, oh yeah, I might have known him in my  previous life? You never say anything until you're forced to. Not about  this, not about Keith-"

"And how did you know? What were you doing? What about how long it took  you to tell me you were the fucking grim reaper? You took plenty of time  divulging that and I said nothing."

"I also told you before I slept with you."

"Good thing, because I wasn't having you investigated."

"You should've told me," he said, as if nothing else she said mattered.

She looked at him. He was filled with distrust and anger. A few simple  lunches with a client she had thought liked art and her gallery and she  was a monster. That's all it had taken. The anger drained out of her,  replaced only by a deep disappointment, the likes of which she'd never  felt so strongly before. "You know, for some reason I knew I'd get  crucified for it. I knew this was how you'd react," she said, not caring  how he'd respond to that.

She sat on the floor next to her bag. Her entire life had been spinning  out of control, somehow culminating to this very moment. She didn't want  to fight with him. Didn't see a point in it. Just sat there on the  floor with her only bag of possessions and wondered what she should do.  She knew she should leave, even if it were to just go back to Cutty's,  but she couldn't get up the energy to do anything but sit there.

And then the worst possible thing that can happen to a relationship  occurred. They both fell silent and he walked away, and it wasn't to  take some space because things were getting too heated. It was because  he didn't have anything left to say and neither did she. She watched him  walk to the door and that was the last time she saw him that day.                       
       
           



       





Chapter 30





Faith woke to Lars' phone vibrating on the living room end table. It was  the wee hours of the morning, and even the sun had refused to show its  face yet. She didn't know when he'd come back but in the hours that had  passed, she'd grabbed her bag and walked out the door more times than  she could count. But she'd always walked back in.

As pathetic as it might be, she found she couldn't walk away from him  that easily, no matter what he might think of her. She kept hoping  somehow he'd come around, that the shock of what he'd seen had made him  temporarily lose his judgment and that in the deep recesses of his  mind-his heart-he knew who she really was.