Stone pursed his lips. “No, you’re not, but you will be. Delores says that everyone is still there—Kate, Decker, Marcus, Scarlett, and Faith. They’re watching The Avengers. Kate’s pick.”

Diesel had to smile at that. “Of course it was.” Kate was the ultimate Avengers fan. Then he frowned. “Wait. That’s not appropriate for a five-year-old.”

Stone typed out another text and smiled again at the response. “Delores says that Joshua was tucked into bed before they started the movie. They watched Tangled with him before supper. Take a look.” He slid his phone across the desk.

Diesel sucked in a sharp breath at the photo that Delores had texted. Dani’s living room was full of people, on sofas and the floor. Dani sat next to Greg, his arm around her shoulders and her head on his. Michael sat at her feet, his back against the sofa, Hawkeye in his lap. Unable to stop himself, Diesel zoomed in on her face and released the breath he held in a slow shudder.

“She’s been crying,” he whispered. Her eyes were red-rimmed and swollen.

“Yeah.” Stone sighed. “That happened as I was leaving.”

Diesel jerked his gaze up. “What?”

“She was upset. I could hear it through the storm door when Marcus was updating me on the casino situation. I texted Delores before I drove away to make sure everything was okay. She said that Joshua asked if they could get a dog for him, because Hawkeye was Michael’s dog. Michael told him no, that they were only temporary. The kid looked like a kicked puppy and it ripped Dani up.”

Temporary. God. Diesel rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand. New tears threatened, but he’d be damned before he let any more fall in front of Stone. He did not want his friend’s pity. “But she must have dealt with it.”

Stone shrugged. “I don’t know. I left when the waterworks started. Dani’s tears triggered Scarlett’s and she blamed her hormones.” He faked a full-body shudder. “I took my cue to exit stage right.” Then he met Diesel’s eyes directly. “You’ll have to ask Dani if she dealt with it.”

“Right.” Diesel busied himself, using his mouse to cut, paste, and send Stone all the information he’d found on the “real” Scott King. “You’ve got all you need to go to Indy. Thanks again.”

Stone stood, grabbing his phone, which Diesel hadn’t been aware he was still holding in his clenched fist. Diesel almost asked him to send him the photo of Dani, but he managed to tamp down the urge.

“I’ll let you know what I find,” Stone promised. “How much longer will you be here?”

“I’m going to try to get into the casino’s server from here. My Internet connection is better than hers.”

“Of course,” Stone said wryly. “So . . . how much longer will you be here?”