All My Broken Pieces (FindingLight #2)

Chapter 20

Arriana

I twist the knife in my hand, pressing the tip against my finger just hard enough to leave an indent but not pierce the skin.

“We’ve got to be careful for the next few weeks.” Andrew informs us, running a hand over his head.

My eyes trail over him, surprised by his disheveled appearance. His eyes are bloodshot and the usual care he puts into his outfits is lacking as he’s dressed in a rumpled t-shirt and ratty pair of black sweats. His muscles bunch as he drags his hand down his face and over his beard.

I raise an eyebrow at him, but don’t say anything. It hits me that I’ve been so caught up in my own life, I’ve not asked about what’s going on in his. Guilt eats at me at the realization, but I push it away. Now isn’t the time.

“Why, what happened?” Killian rumbles beside me, his gruff tone a reminder of the serious implications Andrew’s words hold.

Clearing his throat, Andrew flashes his eyes to me before looking back to Killian. “There was a…problem. With the last hit.” He mutters, avoiding my gaze.

Oh shit.

“A problem? What kind of problem?” Killian demands, gripping the desk across from Andrew.

I gulp, my mind going over the job. I know I was a little distracted by everything going on with Fallon and I had gotten a little carried away in the poetic justice of Thomas’ murder, but I can’t think of anything that would have tied us to his death.

“There, uh, they found a nanny cam hidden at the, um, crime scene.” Andrew forces out, trying to keep Killian’s furious gaze on him, but it’s pointless. We all know whose fault it was that this has been connected to us, to me , and it wasn’t the man conveying the information.

Killian slowly straightens to his full height and turns toward me. “A camera.” He bites out between gritted teeth.

I just had to take off my mask.

I shrug at him, pushing down my fear.

This is so not good.

Fuck.

Taking a step toward me, Killian clenches his fists, his nostrils flaring. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He growls.

I flip the knife up in the air, catching it by the handle and doing it again. “Oh, calm down, grandpa.” I chuckle despite the anxiety churning inside me.

I can’t get caught. I can’t.

Forcing a smile on my face, I reach up on my tiptoes and tap his forehead. I’d like to pat the top of his head, but my arm just won’t quite reach, so good enough. “Don’t worry your pretty little head. We’ll be fine, right Drewbie?” I flick my eyes to Andrew’s, a little of the worry bleeding through as I silently beg him to tell me I’m right. That everything will be okay.

Andrew sighs heavily, making my stomach sink. “Let’s just be extra cautious.” He says instead of assuring me. “I’ll keep an eye on the case and we’ll do what we need to. Money talks, so it might be time we use it to do some of the speaking for us.”

I swallow down the worry at his response, clasping my shaky hands behind my back.

Killian seethes at me, blowing a breath out between his bared teeth. “Fix this.” With that super helpful input, he strides out the door, pulling up his cell phone. No doubt going to check on his girl.

My girl flashes in my mind and I gulp, nerves pinging inside of me as I worry about what could happen to her if I were to get caught.

“Hey.” Andrew’s soft voice reaches into my paralyzed state, pulling me back to the room. “It’s going to be okay, Ree. We’ll figure it out.”

I nod mutely, turning to exit the room.

Fuck.