14. Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
Wyatt
“That son of a bitch!”
I'm in the middle of making lunch when Shaun yells from the living room. He continues cursing while I turn the heat down on the burner. When I get to the living room, he's standing in front of the television, white-knuckling the remote control. I glance at Larken to find her also staring at the screen with her mouth agape. I look over at the TV and immediately understand why Larken is dumbfounded and Shaun is cursing.
There, right there on the screen as clear as morning, is a bad police sketch of me. Police sketches are never as accurate as they need to be, but this one is close enough to my actual appearance that someone will definitely notice if they've seen it. I look away from the television and at Larken.
She looks up at me, her face drawn and pale. “Adrian.”
“If you have seen either of these people, please contact the authorities immediately at the number on your screen.” The news reporter says more, including Larken's name and a description of the clothes she was last seen in, an inaccurate description. Larken isn't wearing a blue blouse and jeans, she's wearing a pair of thin, gray pajama pants and a loose black tee-shirt.
The news broadcast switches to a commercial and Shaun turns off the TV and throws himself onto the couch. “Well, fuck.”
“It's inconvenient, but it doesn't change anything,” I tell him. “This is merely the husband's attempt at pushing me to do what he wants. He's never worked with someone like me before. He assumes that I’ll be too afraid to be caught to continue this job.”
Shaun rolls his eyes and starts flipping the remote control in his hand. “This job,” he rolls his eyes and peaks over at Larken, “isn't turning out the way you assumed it would.”
“No,” I agree, staring directly at Larken, “it isn't. But the husband has just created a more unstable environment. I'll just have to show him exactly what that means.”