Page 135 of Bitter’s Sweet

She knows.

Of course she fucking knows.

Sweet takes one step closer. “Bitter.”

I could lie. I could tell her CSI needed another scan, tell her Ghoul moved it for security, tell her anything that buys ten minutes.

Instead, I say, “We put the tracker back.”

Her face empties.

Not anger. Not yet.

That would be easier.

“You what?”

“It was controlled.”

Mercy closes her eyes.

Sweet does not.

“You put Razor’s tracker back on my car.”

“Yeah.”

“After you promised me nobody would.”

I force myself to hold her gaze. “Yeah.”

Her breath leaves slowly.

“Did Hyde order you?”

“He approved it.”

“That is not what I asked.”

Damn her.

Even hurt, she knows exactly where to cut.

“Did you agree?”

I say nothing.

Her face answers for me.

“Oh my God.”

“You weren’t in the car.”

“That was not the promise.”

“I know.”

“You told me nobody would put it back. You told me I wasn’t bait.”