Page 24 of The Con Artist


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“How can you tell that?” He cocked his head.

“By the way you look.” I smiled. “You’re more rugged than your brother.” I took his hand and turned it over, slipping the watch right off his wrist. “And you have calluses on your fingers. Are you a musician?”

“I am.” He smiled. “How did you know?”

“I can read people very well.” I smiled.

“I’m sure that comes in handy when you’re ripping people off,” Gabriel spoke.

I shot him a look and then turned my attention back to Caleb.

“Are you in a band?” I asked.

“I am. We’re called Fallen Angels.”

“Cool name.” I grinned. “I play the guitar. Acoustic mostly.”

“Really? How long have you been playing?”

“Since I was about eight years old.”

“She’s playing you, Caleb,” Gabriel spoke.

“For your information, Mr. Quinn, I do play the guitar.”

“Right you do.” Gabriel winked.

“Call her bluff, Gabriel,” Caleb spoke. “You have that Gibson J-45 around here somewhere. Go get it and let’s see if she’s telling the truth or lying.”

Gabriel looked at me, his eyes burning through mine.

“Good idea, Caleb. I’ll be right back.”

Rolling my eyes, I walked into the living room and took a seat on the couch.

“Tell me how you did it,” Caleb spoke.

“Did what?”

“Stole my brother’s watch without him knowing.”

“Why? Are you thinking of getting into the business?” I smirked.

“No. I’m just curious.”

“I would show you, but I already took it.” I smirked as I held up his watch.

“What the fuck! How?” He smiled in amazement.

Gabriel walked into the room and handed me his Gibson J-45 acoustic guitar.

“Here. If you can play, then play.” His brow arched at me.

“I don’t want to because I don’t like your attitude, Mr. Quinn.” I raised my brow as I set down the guitar.

“That’s because you’re lying. You told Caleb you knew how to play to make him believe you had a common interest. To gain his trust so you could play him.”

“Whatever.” I looked away.

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