"You're leaving now?" he asked, having the nerve to sound surprised, but she wasn't sure why. He'd just kicked her out. She wasn't going to wait for him to start packing her up himself.
"Yes."
"It's not safe yet."
"Keith scared me but he couldn't actually get to me at Cutty's. It'll be fine." She dug out her phone and dialed, not wanting to give Lars a chance to argue. He wanted her out and now she wanted to leave almost as bad.
Cutty answered on the first ring. "What's up?"
"Can you swing back around and pick me up?"
There was a pause, and she had a feeling his sixth sense was kicking in. To his credit, he didn't say anything. "Sure. I just left so I can be back there in under two minutes."
"Thanks." She slid the phone into her back pocket.
Lars didn't say anything else and neither did she, as she grabbed her bag and walked to the bathroom to gather her last few remaining items. By time she'd gathered everything, she saw Cutty's headlights flashing through the windows as they pulled into the drive.
"I'll walk you down," Lars said as she made her way to the door.
"He's down there. I'm fine."
"I'll walk you down anyway."
"Do whatever you want," she said, aware that her act of indifference was slipping. She walked down the stairs, all the while feeling Lars' eyes boring into her back as he followed her.
She got in the car with Cutty while Lars looked on. Neither her nor Lars said goodbye, and Cutty sat there as an awkward witness to the tension. She managed to keep it together for all of one block.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Cutty finally asked but only when the tears were flowing too heavily to hide anymore.
"No."
"He's just-"
"Cutty, please, do me one favor. Don't ever bring him up to me again."
He nodded and they drove to his house in silence.
***
Lars stood in front of the metal trashcan he'd made a fire in. One by one, he crumbled and threw the damning papers into it. As long as Cutty didn't say anything, no one else would ever be aware that Faith had lied about knowing Keith before she'd died.
He just wished he didn't know. He couldn't stop thinking about what else she might have lied about. He'd thought he'd finally get a definitive answer from Karma last night but she'd said nothing. It was bullshit. Karma knew but wouldn't tell him, and he couldn't figure out why. If Faith wasn't a horrible person, why wouldn't Karma simply tell him? Instead he was forced to remain plagued with doubt.
Faith had shown up at the shop this morning, and he knew the only reason was because she'd thought it was Rick's day. It had been but Lars had told him not to come in. He'd wanted to see her.
The second she'd walked out that door last night he'd regretted it but he was stuck. He didn't trust her and yet he didn't want to stay away from her.
His phone buzzed in his pocket and he tossed the last sheet of the report into the flames. He grabbed the phone, not in the mood to speak to anyone. "Yeah?"
"We know how to get rid of Malokin," Fate said. "I need you to meet me over at my place."
Lars didn't ask for more details. When it came to something as important as this, none of them trusted the phone lines. Fate would never risk divulging information that could tip Malokin off, and Lars wouldn't expect him to.
He looked back towards the door to the shop, where Faith was. If they finally got rid of Malokin, Keith would be an easier target on his own. Maybe then he could move past this with her. And even if he couldn't, at least she'd be safe.
"Leaving in five minutes. Do you need me to call the guys?"
"No. I'll round them up. Just get over here."
He pocketed the phone and walked over to open the door to the shop. Faith walked out of the office as he stepped in. The thread of mistrust planted by her omission crept into his thoughts. She froze when she saw him. He immediately relaxed his expression but it was too late. She'd seen the suspicion in his eyes. How things had changed so quickly.
"I was just leaving some paperwork in there," she said, defensively.
He nodded. It killed him that this was what their relationship had devolved to. "I've got to go out. I don't know how long I'll be gone," he said, leaving out the details.
She nodded.
"Don't wander. Cutty will be with me, so I'll send someone else to give you a ride back to his place."
She nodded again but more stiffly this time. He hadn't meant that to sound distrustful, but like a tsunami, the tension and mistrust left everything bent and torn in its wake.
He ducked into the office, grabbed his car keys and left the shop, feeling guilty that it was easier to be apart from her than to see the hurt in her eyes or hear the distrust in his own voice. He got in his car with the picture of Faith in his mind. He hit the radio, trying to clear his head as he blasted some music and turned out of the lot on his way to Fate's.
Chapter 32
Faith had expected to see one of the guys later on that day but the old guy, Paddy, had shown up at the shop. He'd given her a ride back to Cutty's but they hadn't spoken much.
No one had been there when she'd arrived. She locked all the doors and settled in for the night.
When she woke in the guest room, which gratefully looked like nothing had ever happened in it, the house was still empty. There was no one in the kitchen goofing around, no eggs frying or coffee brewing and not a single strip of bacon.
She made herself some breakfast while she tried not to worry but by early afternoon she was a tense wreck.
She dialed Cutty's number.
"Hey, Faith."
"Hi. I just … is everything okay?"
"Yeah, we're handling some issues. It might run a while longer," he said.
"So, everyone is good?" she asked, hating the fact that she still worried about Lars.
"Yes. Nothing to worry about," he confirmed. "Just sit tight and don't leave the house."
"Got it," she said, not resenting that statement at all when it came from Cutty.
She hung up the phone, wishing she'd heard Lars' voice in the background but happy she hadn't. Reminders of him would only make it harder to move on.
***
Lars looked at Cutty as he hung up the phone. "Well?" he asked Cutty, where he sat somewhat near him on Cupid's velvet sectional amidst feathered pillows. He and the guys had been hiding in Cupid's office, located in the agency's building, for hours, waiting for the meeting between Malokin and Karma that was supposed to take place in the office downstairs.
"Well what?" Cutty asked as he laid his phone on the mirrored table in front of him.
"How. Did. She. Sound?" Lars asked, pronouncing every word precisely, because Cutty knew exactly what he was asking him and was withholding on purpose.
Faith was all Lars could think of. They were sitting there about to ambush the biggest threat to their way of life and all he cared about was her. That she would be safe. It was a large part of why he was there. He would've backed up his boy regardless but Keith would be here. Malokin would want his top guys nearby. This was his chance to get him.
"You have better hearing than any of us. You telling me you didn't hear her through the phone?" Cutty snapped back.
"I want to know what you think. How's she doing?" Cutty had been disagreeable since picking Faith up the other night, as if Lars had meant to hurt her. Like he wanted any of this to work out how it had.
"Well, if you hadn't kicked her out, maybe you'd know." His eyebrows arched.
"I had to."
"No, you didn't."
"How can I have a relationship with someone I don't trust?"
"Your problem is you have to have everything exactly your way, when you want it, and fuck everyone else."
"That wasn't the problem." Lars looked around making sure the other guys were far enough out of earshot to hear. "I was trying. She lied."
"Have you thought about it from her point of view or are you incapable of that? How many times was she interrogated and ganged up on by you guys, and don't tell me she wasn't. I was there. Do you really think you inspired a situation where she felt she could tell you anything that might cast a shadow of a doubt?"
"She should've found a way, and she didn't. How can I trust her after that?"
"Man, do you even get what trust is or are you so fucking jaded you've lost touch? Trust is a decision to believe in someone, not because you've got irrefutable proof of who and what they are but from a leap of faith. Your problem is you don't want to trust her because you don't like how vulnerable it makes you feel."
"I guess you know from the wealth of experience you've had in relationships?" Lars scoffed and leaned back.