The Sinners of Saint Amos - Logan Fox Page 0,198

anything.”

He narrows his eyes at me. His lips move. “Apollo.”

“You got me.” It’s hard to be cheery when there’s a gun digging a hole in your pec, but I fucking try.

“You worked in the laundry at Saint Amos.” His voice is soft now, his eyes unfocused.

“It was the kitchen, actually. But you knew that already.”

“Why would I?”

And it’s fucking weird, in that second, I believe him. But I’m probably biased because my cause of death is so close I can lick it.

“Everything you’re looking for is on Keith’s hard drive.”

If I had ears like a dog, they’d be pricking up right now. “Yeah? Where’s that? Gomorrah? Sodom?” I can’t help it. I kid around when I’m nervous.

The way Gabriel’s jaw ticks, he’s not amused.

“In the study. In the safe. Same combination.”

“What, the study door and the safe?”

He makes an angry sound and steps back, shaking his head. “I don’t care how he made it look. I didn’t do it. None of it.” Another step. He’s brighter now, lit up by the faint gray light of the overcast sky.

But before he turns to leave, I say, “And what about that file on your hard drive? The archive you hid in the system files? Same combination?” I know it isn’t. My password cracking program already went through the numeral-only phase.

“Archive?” He turns back to me. “It’s one file.”

My heart legit skips a fucking beat. “Same combination though, right?” I ask. “That also going to prove you’re innocent?”

“It’s password protected.” He looks at the ground. “If you can open it, show it to Trinity.” When he looks up, his eyes have a dark shadow over them that has nothing to do with the rain that’s on the way. “Then maybe she’ll change her mind about me. About them. About everything.”

Un-fucking-likely.

“So what’s the password?”

Gabriel’s face turns to stone. “I don’t know, child. I’ve spent years trying to figure it out.” Then he shrugs and starts walking away. He glances back at me. “Promise me you’ll show her.”

Anyone with a shred of sense in their heads will tell you to never make a deal with the devil. But they’ve never faced a devil like Gabriel.

I guess he’s had years to practice his poker face, because fuck knows I can’t tell if he’s bluffing.

And it’s kind of a stupid request. I mean, why wouldn’t I show Trinity? She’s as much involved in this as any one of us.

“Promise me.” He’s stopped walking. Somewhere along the line, he put the gun back in his pocket.

I drag my fingers through my hair before I remember about the blood, but luckily it’s dried already. It’s still gross though, still makes me light-headed even thinking about it.

Gabriel’s face collapses. “Please.”

“Yeah, fuck. Whatever.”

He grimaces, perhaps for my language, perhaps for my vagueness, but it’s as good as he’s going to get. And I guess he realizes that, because he turns and walks away.

Follow him.

But instead I slide my back down the concrete wall and sit on my ass, trying to process why the fuck I let Gabriel get away.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Trinity

“…but I can’t blame you. I’m pissed off at me.”

Consciousness ebbs and flows, bringing with it a familiar voice. Who’s Apollo talking to? He seems agitated.

“You weren’t there. You didn’t see the look on his face. How he spoke about you.”

“Who?” I try to say, but nothing comes out. My lips don’t even move. I feel like I’m caught on the edge of sleep. My brain is certainly foggy enough. And all I want to do is slip away again.

Apollo drops his voice, makes it raspy. “Promise me you’ll show her.”

My fingers twitch. My lips move. “Apollo.”

But he’s so caught up in what he’s discussing with the other person in the room, he doesn’t notice.

“If I can just figure out that password. But what the hell is it? He said the combination was the same for the study and the safe, right? But the study didn’t have a lock. The basement had a lock…but we’d have to get back inside the house to check it out. And now that it’s a crime scene, the fuck that’s going to happen, right?”

Lord, maybe I should go back to sleep. I can’t understand a word he’s saying.

But then someone’s holding my hand. “Trin, listen. I know you’re in there somewhere. Can you wake the fuck up and explain this to me, please? Maybe you can decode the Gabriel Chronicles, and that would be swell, because Cass and Reuben are pretty pissed off with me. I