Abruptly, another figure moves into view and both Klempner and I jerk away before moving cautiously back.
Once more, I recognise the face: Baxter. We met when he was driving for Klempner when we were rescuing Mitch and Charlotte from Ben…
Ben…
Heat blisters at my cheeks then morphs to a chill sweat.
I couldn’t have brought myself to kill my brother. Klempner did what he had to.
And now, he’s doing it again…
Finchby’s still talking. “There's enough there, Lena, for the deposit on the rent for a nice place. Get yourself some decent furniture, decorate. Maybe even a job.”
Her chin lifts. “Got a job.”
“Yeah?” He displays yellow teeth. “What doing?”
“Job in a flower shop. Nice work. Nice people.”
In the background, Baxter raises a brow. Finchby notices but Lena doesn’t.
“That's great
