He stole one of her chicken wings and she suddenly felt hungry again so she took another, wiping her greasy fingers on a clean napkin before offering him the bowl. “Help yourself.”

“Any chance he can find out where you live?” Shane asked between bites.

A shiver danced over her shoulders as she placed the bones in a separate bowl. She dabbed her mouth. The thought of someone that evil focusing on her was terrifying. Hard to imagine she’d get lucky a second time.

“We’ve taken some precautions and as a matter of fact I just moved so it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Coincidence? Or were you that worried? Because I personally think you should be worried and getting off the X is probably the smartest thing to do.” Shane’s sharp gaze held hers.

Getting off the X?

She turned on her stool to face him. A groan erupted from the Marines playing pool and money seemed to be changing hands.

“Friends of yours?” Shane asked with a side glance.

“Random dudes doing weird random dude shit.” She cleared her throat. “I never told you last week how sorry I was. About your friend. I’ll never forgive myself for the mistakes I made. For not figuring out sooner that it wasn’t live…”

He leaned back against the bar and stretched out his long legs. He was a lot taller than she was.

He stared at the floor for so long she didn’t think he was going to acknowledge her words. Finally, he nodded. “Scotty was a good man. The best in fact. His wife Grace is pregnant with their third kid.”

A coil of grief curled around her insides. “Christ.”

The barman dropped something behind the bar. It smashed on the floor and she jumped an inch off her stool.

Shane didn’t flinch. “It’s okay. Just a broken glass.” He gave the guy a look and then ignored him. “Anyway, why do you have to be sorry? It wasn’t your fault.”

“I didn’t figure it out in time and people died. Somehow, he exploited a vulnerability in my system. So, it was partly my fault and I’ll have to deal with that.” Her voice came out a little ragged.

Shane was watching her carefully. “He fooled a lot of smart people.”

It was her turn to look away.

“Just keep in mind, this is on him.” The words were sharp. “We were trying to stop him from brutally murdering someone. He planted that bomb. He used the distraction to weasel his way into your computer. Don’t blame yourself.”

She pressed her lips together to prevent any more useless words leaving her mouth. He obviously wasn’t buying her feelings of guilt. Probably because he had enough of his own to bear.

“Any news on the investigation?” he asked with feigned nonchalance.

Now she realized why he’d sought her out.