Consumed by Truths (Truth or Lies 6)

“Do you know how to do that? Disappear?”

She bites her lip covered in red lipstick. “Yes—no. I don’t know.”

“Give me your purse.”

She hands it to me.

I pull out her credit cards, her driver’s license, and any other identifying pieces of information. I put them all in my pocket. I will incinerate them as soon as I leave here.

I pull out all the cash I have and shove it into her purse.

Her eyes widen.

“You will never use credit cards again. You will not return to your apartment. You will not use your name again. Not until Langston or I find you and tell you it is safe, understand?”

She nods, but I can see the fear.

“You can do this. There are thousands of dollars of cash in there. You only have to stay hidden until Felix is dead. Then you will be safe. A couple of weeks tops.”

She nods.

“Let me get you an ID,” I say.

“ID?”

“Yes, if you decide to buy a plane ticket you will need one. If you need a job, find an hourly one, preferably a waitressing job or something that pays mostly in tips. That way, you don’t need a social security number. Don’t stay in one place for long. Don’t go anywhere you’ve ever lived before. Don’t stay with any family or friends.”

She frowns at that one. I know she doesn’t have any family or friends outside of Langston and me.

I spot a group of girls in the corner bar. Two out of the five are blonde, and Liesel could pass for either.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back,” I say.

I wipe the makeup from my shirt where Liesel hugged me, and then I strut over to the women. I wish Kai was here; she’s always better at stealing things than I am.

“Ladies!” I say, holding my arms out and ensuring my shirt rises enough to see my hard abs. “Can I buy you all a round of shots?”

All the women ogle my body.

“Aren’t you with that woman over there?” one of the women says—most likely the smart, reasonable, not currently drunk one.

“She’s my sister. She likes to play wingman sometimes,” I say with a wink, slurring just enough of my words that my next move is believable.

“Sure, we want tequila shots!” one of the women says.

“Tequila it is then!” I stumble, landing in the blonde woman on the end’s lap. She grins, not at all upset that I fell on top of her.

“It looks like someone had too much to drink. You should come home with me,” she says, stroking my chest.

I grin wider, as I reach into her purse and pull out her wallet. I then shove it into my back pocket.

“Maybe,” I wiggle my eyebrows. “First, those shots.” I stumble up and back to the bar next to Liesel. I flag the bartender to start on the shots, and then I slide the wallet into Liesel’s purse.

“Smooth,” she says with a smile.

“You understand all the rules? You disappear. Keep a

low profile. Don’t talk on the phone. Don’t surf the internet. Nothing. Understood?”