Fear sparked momentarily in Rena's eyes, but a second later it was gone as she squared her shoulders. "You know best. But I'm going to give you the number of a guy I know. You can trust him. He's lived in Vegas forever, and there's nothing he doesn't know about this town and the people who work here. That's another way of saying he knows where all the bodies are buried. He lives out in the desert, and if you think Hank Owens has security, you should see what this guy has. He's not much to look at, but he cleans up real good. Sharper than razor wire. He has his own posse. For all intents and purposes, ranch hands. No one really knows the backstory between my friend and the head of security at the Babylon, but whatever it is, it's deadly."

"So what you're saying is he's the go-to guy, and he has a hate on for the head of Babylon's security. What do people go to him for?"

"This and that," Rena said vaguely. "He takes care of things. His name is Little Fish. His friends call him Fish. He's full-blooded Shoshone."

"Just out of curiosity, how do you know this 'Little Fish'?"

Rena shrugged as she brushed at her thick red hair. "That's for another time, okay? If you need Fish, just tell him I told you to call. He won't question you because, as far as I know, only two other people besides me have this number." She walked over to a small desk set into an alcove and wrote the number on a Post-it. "It might be a good idea to memorize it as opposed to carrying the number around or listing it in your BlackBerry."

Lizzie nodded.

"I guess I should be going," Rena said. "I hope it all works out for you and. . .and the girls. Listen, Lizzie, that guy Hank Owens, he's bad news. I mean really bad news."

Lizzie smiled. "Understood, Rena. I'll call you when it's time for you to come back. Thanks for the juice, coffee, and rolls."

Rena just nodded.

Lizzie could see the worry and fear in her eyes. "Hey," she said softly, "this is a betting town. Who you putting your money on, that pissy Hank Owens, or me, the vigilantes, and Mr. Fish?"

In spite of herself, Rena laughed. "That's a no-brainer. See ya, Counselor."

"Yeah, see ya, Rena."

Lizzie bolted the door and was on her way to the kitchen with the coffee containers when Ted walked into the living room. "Did I just hear the door close?"

"You did. Rena dropped off coffee, juice, and some rolls." Lizzie carried the containers and the paper sack out to the state-of-the-art kitchen that looked like it had never been used. They sat down at the table and looked at one another.