“What made you think no one saw you,” Amos said. He rolled another cigarette without looking up at his visitors.
“Who said we were anywhere to be seen,” Kai countered.
“Sounding like a politician. I hate politicians. Fine, lie to me if you think you can. A guilty conscious will never let you shake it free.”
Tennyson slipped his fingers into his pocket, tucking the money further down. He was too close for them to fail, for him to fail her. Only one more trip, one more sale…
Finally, Amos turned his back to them, “You going to open up or what?”
“No,” Kai said.
Tennyson knew what he meant, going to the front of the store, flipping the sign in the window.