I didn’t say anything. Maybe I was making a mistake by not destroying the will, but it had roused my curiosity more than anything else. I wanted to know who Mab had left everything to. I wanted to lay eyes on this mysterious M. M. Monroe and see if he or she was anything like the Fire elemental had been—and if he or she was a threat to me and mine.

Ah, my insatiable curiosity. Probably going to get me into trouble again—real soon.

Finn opened his mouth to argue with me some more, but I cut him off.

“Let’s talk about something else. Did you get that information I requested?”

“I did, and you were right about Clementine’s boss,” he said. “I can’t believe I didn’t see it myself that night at the museum.”

Finn leaned down, popped open the silverstone briefcase at his feet, grabbed some papers, and passed them over to me. “It took some doing, getting my hands on all the account information. The smarmy bastard’s almost as well connected as I am. You wouldn’t believe how many favors I had to call in, but I managed to dig up all of his dirt. There might be a few accounts I overlooked, but these are the most important ones, including the one he used to pay Clementine for her services. Looks like he gave her two million up front for the job, probably with another, similar payment to come once it was done. He also paid for that watch you noted, probably to sweeten the deal even more.”

I skimmed through the papers and let out a low whistle. “He’s one sneaky, black-hearted son of a bitch, isn’t he?”

Finn nodded. “You have to admire that about him. It’s a scheme that even I could be proud of. In fact, I may tuck this one into my back pocket for a rainy day.”

“I wonder how long it was going on. Do you think he started before or after I killed Mab?”

He shrugged. “If I had to guess, I would say before. He would have had to in order to accumulate what he has. If I were him, though, I would have left Ashland the second Mab died. Not hung around for all these months. But the real question now is, how do you want to handle him?”

“Oh,” I said. “I know exactly what I want to do about him.”

Finn grinned. “That’s the coldhearted girl I know and love.”

“You have no idea.”

“When?” he asked.

“Tonight,” I said. “Let’s go get the bastard tonight.”

* * *

I sat in the dark and waited for my nemesis to come home.