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“Can we get back to business?” Malice gripes. “I’d really like to spend what time Apple has left at home with her and not you dipshits.”
“I thought she was home for a while now,” Abyss comments.
“She’s leaving tomorrow for a gig in Vegas.”
“So, she’ll be gone one night?”
“Yeah.”
“Jesus Christ, how will you ever survive?” Abyss taunts.
“Fuck off,” Malice snaps. “I’d like to see how you do without Mel.”
“Shut up!” Skye shouts, and we all stare at her. “Normally, I’d love to listen to you banter back and forth about your love lives, but right now, I’d prefer you do whatever the hell you’ve gotta do with me and then let me go.”
“Do you really think you’re in a position to dictate how this is gonna play out?” I ask, and she rolls her eyes. “You wanna dive right in? Fine, we’ll dive all the way into the deep end. How long have you been skimming money from the registers?”
Skye flinches. “I haven’t taken any money.”
“How much have you managed to pocket?” Soul demands.
“I haven’t taken any money.”
“Did we look like an easy target to you?” Malice asks.
“I haven’t taken any money.”
Round and round we go. Skye’s response never changes. For five solid minutes, we bombard her with question after question, and she doesn’t waver. She’s like a trained CIA operative… until she isn’t.
“When did you start stealing from Purgatory?” I ask for what has to be the hundredth time.
Skye’s temper flares. “I haven’t taken any fucking money!” she screams, jumping to her feet. “I don’t know how that cash got into my locker, but the only reason my drawer would ever be short is because I suck at math.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” I snarl.
“What?”
I heave a sigh. “Skye, do you seriously think we didn’t have a thorough background check done on you before you were hired?”
“Then you should know I’m not a criminal,” she huffs out.
“Every thief has to start somewhere,” Soul states.
“How many times do I have to tell you… I. Haven’t. Taken. Any. Money.” She enunciates each word slowly. “I just su?—”
“Suck at math,” I supply. “Yeah, so you’ve said. Shit, I’ll concede that your inability to add and subtract gives a solid reason as to why there was money missing the night the registers went down. But it doesn’t explain tonight or any other night Waylon discovered shortages.”
“Wait a second,” Soul says and steps in front of me. “Waylon’s known about this?”
“Yeah.”
“Then why are we just dealing with it now?” Malice barks.
“Because he couldn’t prove it was Skye taking the money,” I explain. “But the missing money from tonight was in her locker which is proof.”
“All it proves is that I’m being set up,” Skye cries.
I contemplate her words, and my heart skips a beat. Could she be right? Is she being set up?
