“I’m fine, Mr. Scarsdale.” She needed to bring down the threat level. She’d known for weeks now that the federal prosecutors didn’t care about what happened to her. And no one had come after her. “Remy, why don’t you finish your beer? We can talk about this later, maybe after work.”

Scarsdale moved around him, giving Remy a wide berth. “Besides, it’s not forever. If we don’t prosecute, and we won’t, the federal statute of limitations runs out in five years. Why would they risk adding murder to their list of crimes until we decide to prosecute? In five years, it won’t matter what she remembers. Look, if you think someone is watching you, get me some proof and I’ll go to the cops with you, but until then, there’s nothing I can do. I have other cases, more important cases to deal with.”

He strode away from the bar.

“Asshole,” Maia said. “But he’s right about providing her with a safe house. They don’t have the resources for the people they actually owe protection to, much less for a witness on a trial they aren’t pursuing. Look, I would have little Miss Math write down those numbers and hand them over to me, but they’re meaningless without her testimony. I didn’t see the numbers. You didn’t see the numbers. She’s the only one who can tie those numbers in her head to that accounting book.”

Remy watched Scarsdale as he disappeared through the front door, every line of his body tense. “Yeah, I get that. I find it an interesting coincidence that the cop’s house got hit at the precise time she should have been taking the books into evidence.”

“You should look into that.” Maia downed her second martini and stood up. “Tell Taggart I’ll investigate a little on my end. I like to meddle. Especially with feds. It’s a fun hobby, but he knows anything I dig up comes with a price,” she said sweetly. “I’m going to need access to Sanctum again and he needs some Doms who aren’t all married and ethical and shit. There’s nothing worse than being in a candy store and finding out all the sweets belong to someone else. Tell him to import some from The Club if he can’t find them himself. You know the only person I’m actually afraid of in this world is Julian Lodge, so I’m left with Sanctum. Taggart is a teddy bear comparatively.” She pulled out a fifty and slid it Lisa’s way. “I hear this one is leaving soon. Sacrificing himself to the wilds of the bayou or something. If you decide to walk on the alternative side, give me a call, sweetie.”