I can tell Riona feels bad about the girl. And she’s embarrassed that she facilitated Bosco’s deal, but she doesn’t shrink away from admitting it.

“Virginia Hartford was taken off life support last week,” Riona says. “She’s got a father and an older brother. If I was them, I might want revenge.”

I write that down, same as I did the information about the Russians.

“Okay,” I say. “We’ll check that out too. Anyone else?”

A longer pause, and then Riona says, “Maybe Luke Barker.”

“Who’s that?”

“He was a senior attorney at my firm. He got handsy with me at the company Christmas party and Uncle Oran fired him.”

“Where is he now?”

“I have no idea,” Riona says coldly.

“Alright,” I say, marking his name down, too. “That’s a good start. We’ll run down those possibilities starting tomorrow.”

It’s getting close to midnight. I can see Callum trying not to yawn. He gives his sister a hug, telling her, “We’ll figure it out, Ree. Don’t worry.”

“I’m not worried,” she says. “I just want to know, one way or another.”

“Say hi to Aida for me,” I tell Callum.

“I’m sure I’ll get the chance in an hour or two when Miles wakes us up,” Cal says.

Riona and I get back into the Escalade and head back over to her apartment building.

“We can park in the underground parking,” she says. “I have an assigned spot, even though I don’t have a car.”

I can see why Riona picked this condo—it’s a lot like her corner office. High and lonely with a stunning view. I can tell she likes things that are aesthetically stark, and completely within her control.

It’s only once we’re alone in the apartment that Riona seems to realize I’ll be sleeping here, within the bubble of her personal space.

“I’m fine on the sofa,” I tell her.

“Right,” Riona says, with an expression of discomfort. “I’ll get you some clean sheets.”

I unbutton my shirt and shuck it off, planning to wash up and brush my teeth at the sink like I usually do.

Riona comes back surprisingly fast, carrying a stack of fresh bedding. Her eyes flit across my bare torso and I’m surprised to see her blush. I didn’t take her for the modest type.

“Here,” she says, shoving the bedding at me and not meeting my eye.

“What’s wrong?” I say, not able to resist teasing her a little.

“Nothing’s wrong,” she says brusquely.

I’m pretty sure I got the honest Riona to tell a fib.

“Do you need toothpaste or anything?” she mutters.

“Nah. I brought my Dopp kit.”

“Alright. Goodnight, then.”

“Goodnight, Riona.”

She retreats into her bedroom, and I hear the muffled sounds of water running, and light feet padding around as she readies herself for bed.

Because I’m a nosy fucker, I poke around her living room a bit.

It’s alarmingly clean. Unlike Dean, Riona would do just fine in the military. Her books are lined up with soldier-like precision. I couldn’t find a speck of dust with a hundred white gloves. Even her remote is set at a perfect ninety-degree angle on the television stand.