Chapter Twenty-One-Delaney

Delaney nonchalantly chugged back the bottle of water in her hand, trying her best to seem uninterested in Dillon's problems, and distract him from the lie on her face. She wasn't the best liar, everyone knew, it wasn't a secret. 

However, something about the glint in his eye, told her that he suspected she knew something about it. Maybe it was just a guilty conscience, or maybe, just maybe, Dillon was onto Patch and Delaney's suspicion. 

"Oh, no. That sucks," she said. "Did they take anything?"

Dillon sat down at the kitchen table, spinning what looked like a pocket watch, around in a circle against the wood. "No, they didn't."

Delaney tossed the bottle into the trash. "Then how do you know someone was in your place?"

Dillon glanced up, his dark eyes almost smiling and a half-grin on his mouth. "Things were out of order. Not how I left them."

Delaney didn't think they'd touched anything, other than the bag of money, and she didn't