Deven blinked, waiting for the reality to hit. It should have shocked her. Why wasn’t she shocked? Maybe because deep down she already figured that was what made the most sense. As much as it hurt to admit. “How long?”

Benji shrugged. “Since we were teenagers.”

Deven picked up some of the papers, crumbled and carelessly tossed in the box. “So, you do all this to steal from other people.” Amber Wright, Paul, so many other nameless, faceless people who had been used as mere pawns in their twisted thievery.

“It’s not as bad as it sounds,” Benji said. “Most of the people are well off and won’t even miss a few thousands.”

“Oh, don’t give me that Robin Hood bullshit,” she snapped, enraged at his apathy. “You hardly steal from the rich and give to the poor. You both are just a bunch of con artists.” He didn’t deny it and Deven had to laugh at his utter audacity. They may as well have been talking about the weather or a basketball game as opposed to their illegal activities. “You know what, it doesn’t even matter.” As if to prove her point, Deven threw all the papers back in the box and slammed the bench seat back in place. “I don’t even care about this shit because you and Kennedy will both get your karma with scamming people. All I want to know, is where is my sister?”

Benji’s lips curved in amusement. “I don’t know,” he said.

“You’re lying.”

“Okay.”

“Dammit, Benji stop this shit!” Her hands balled into fists as she gestured wildly to the secret stash. “You act like I can’t just call the police and have your ass thrown in jail.”

That wiped the smirk off his face. Good. Now he saw she was serious. Benji’s eyes narrowed to slits as he took one menacing step forward. He looked dangerous and as much as Deven wanted to cower under his presence, she fixed her stance and crossed her arms.

“You seriously need to think about what you say to me,” he warned.

She wasn’t just scared, she was terrified, but she still managed to take a step closer to him until their faces were a kiss apart. “Where the fuck is my sister?”

His pause was meant to be intimidating, and under normal circumstances it would’ve been, though she never would’ve admitted it to him. Benji finally relaxed and he took a step backward, holding his palms up. “Look, I’m not trying to go there with you,” he said, his tone light. “For real. I don’t know where Kennedy is. But I highly doubt she’s dead like the police are saying.”