*****

We were about to leave for Boston the next morning so I could say my official goodbyes to Mo and Seymour, when Sabrina's cell phone rang. Not an uncommon occurrence, but in this case, it was Detective Marsh from Boston. Sabrina put it on speaker and let him know that I was listening too.

He got right to it. "Do you know two thugs named Freccetti and Danza?"

What, were we suddenly the expert on thugs?

"Should we?" asked Sabrina.

"Considering you almost put both of them in the hospital, I thought you might."

We looked at each other. "Fairfield?" she asked.

"Your attackers." He said it with an edge. Was he trying to scare us? Probably. Cops seemed to live for that.

"You are bringing this up for a reason?" Sabrina's demeanor had changed. Someone was stepping into her space. Whoa. Big mistake. If he thought he was going to intimidate her, he was sadly mistaken.

"I'm bringing it up because they are dead."

"They were in a dangerous business," she responded with a marked coolness. She was going to give back exactly what she was getting. I just stayed silent. I figured I'd know when—or if—I was needed.

"Where were you yesterday?"

The second time we were asked that question by a cop.

"You seriously think we had something to do with it?"

"Not you, Ms. Spencer. Mr. Honeycutt."

Moi?

"A witness described someone who looked suspiciously like you, Mr. Honeycutt."

My turn. "Well, I have a dozen witnesses putting me at the Westin yesterday."

"What time?"

"C'mon Marsh, you know better than that. To get from here to Iowa, kill two people, and back in the same day? It's a little ludicrous."

"Who said anything about Iowa? They were killed here in Boston."

That shut me up.

Sabrina took over … thank God. "You're pissing me off. What reason in the world would Del have to kill those guys? That incident began and ended for us in Iowa. We had no reason to pursue it further. Why don't you talk to Mario Guidry? He was their employer."

He hesitated just slightly, but I caught it. "He's disappeared. His known associates haven't seen or heard from him in days. The word on the street in Chicago is that people are worried about his disappearance."

"And you believe them?

"We do."

"So because you people can't do your job, you are picking on Del. He was with me all day yesterday. Are you going to suggest now that I had something to do with their deaths?"

I loved it when she got into this mode.

Marsh hesitated again, this time a little longer. "I don't like your tone," he said finally. "Remember who you're talking to."

"Are we done?" she asked.

"For now. Honeycutt, don't leave town."

"We are leaving town," said Sabrina. She was all business now. Maybe because she knew exactly who she was dealing with. This was her territory and there was no fear. She lived in an environment for six years that saw no gray areas. Everything was black or white. Her conversation with Marsh was just as clear. "We are leaving the country tomorrow on business. If you try to stop us, I will have so many lawyers on your ass, you won't be able to sit down."