Landon stopped making faces and answered Lucian's question.
"Because if they were, then they'd know—he—was dead. And they'd know we knew. They'd have come up with some other story that accounted for it. But they didn't know, so whatever my fath—um, his associates knew, they don't."
Lucian digested that for a second, and Jace shook his head and laughed a little. "Thanks for the super convoluted explanation, Landon, but yeah, that's what I meant. If you were working for them, I'd have expected you to show up trying to tell us how happy you were he was dead, or something along those lines, to gain our trust. Not thinking we still suspected you of working for him."
"With him, temporarily," I gritted out. Even though my relief that a little of their mistrust had maybe been done away with, that rankled.
