âNow?â Blondie is more confused than I am. âBut Iâm not done examining her.â
Kenji shrugs. âHe wants to meet her.â
âWhoâs Castle?â I ask.
Blondie and Kenji look at me. Kenji looks away. Blondie doesnât.
He cocks his head. âKenji didnât tell you anything about this place?â
âNo.â I falter, uncertain, glancing at Kenji, who wonât look at me. âHe never explained anything. He said he knew someone who had a safe place and thought he could help usââ
Blondie gapes. Laughs so hard he snorts. Stands up. Cleans his glasses with the hem of his shirt. âYouâre such an ass,â he says to Kenji. âWhy didnât you just tell her the truth?â
âShe never wouldâve come if I told her the truth.â
âHow do you know?â
âShe nearly killedmeââ
My eyes are darting from one face to the other. Blond hair to black hair and back again. âWhat is going on?â I demand. âI want to see Adam. I want to see James. And I want a set of clothesââ
âYouâre naked?â Kenji is suddenly studying my sheet and not bothering to be subtle about it.
I flush despite my best efforts, flustered, frustrated. âBlondie said they destroyed my clothes.â
âBlondie?â Blond man is offended.
âYou never told me your name.â
âWinston. My name is Winston.â Heâs not smiling anymore.
âDidnât you say you had a suit for me?â
He frowns. Checks his watch. âWe wonât have time to go through that right now.â Sighs. âGet her something to wear temporarily, will you?â Heâs talking to Kenji. Kenji who is still staring at me.
âI want to see Adam.â
âAdam isnât ready to see you yet.â Blondie Winston tucks his pen into a pocket. âWeâll let you know when heâs ready.â
âHow am I supposed to trust any of you if you wonât even let me see him? If you wonât let me see James? I donât even have my basic things. I want to get out of this bed and I need something to wear.â
âGo fetch, Moto.â Winston is readjusting his watch.
âIâm not your dog, Blondie,â Kenji snaps. âAnd I told you not to call me Moto.â
Winston pinches the bridge of his nose. âNo problem. Iâll also tell Castle itâs your fault sheâs not meeting with him right now.â
Kenji mutters something obscene under his breath. Stalks off. Almost slams the door.
A few seconds pass in a strained sort of silence.
I take a deep breath. âSo whatâs moto mean?â
Winston rolls his eyes. âNothing. Itâs just a nicknameâhis last name is Kishimoto. He gets mad when we chop it in half. Gets sensitive about it.â
âWell why do you chop it in half?â
He snorts. âBecause itâs hard as hell to pronounce.â
âHow is that an excuse?â
He frowns. âWhat?â
âYou got mad that I called you Blondie and not Winston. Why doesnât he have the right to be mad that youâre calling him Moto instead of Kenji?â
He mumbles something that sounds like, âItâs not the same thing.â
I slide down a little. Rest my head on the pillow. âDonât be a hypocrite.â