She remembered the moment when Quinn had asked if she still had her father’s weapons. She’d nodded and gone to the safe where he’d kept them, and brought back the two handguns.

“His department-issued weapon went back, but the Colt .45 and this—” she pointed at the small, five-shot .38 “—were his.”

Quinn had hefted the 1911 model Colt, and looked at Adam. “Ever shot one of these?”

“I’ve shot that one,” he’d answered.

“Can you still?” Quinn asked, neutrally.

Adam had answered just as neutrally. “I’m better with a rifle, but still decent with my left, adequate with the right.”

“Good.” Quinn had reversed the weapon and handed it to him. Adam had taken it with only a nod. And she supposed he’d had it with him or on him ever since.

She didn’t even know where he’d been spending his nights, while Hayley and Cutter stayed here. But he must have slept, because he spent the days working on the car that Foxworth magic had already brought home. What couldn’t be repaired or replaced here at home had been done or farmed out, and now Adam was working on the rest. If it had been anyone else she would have been out there with him, because that car connected her to her father in a way nothing else did. And she knew enough to at least know what tools he might need—

It hit her suddenly. How was he doing this, with his arm not working properly? It was a sign, she supposed, of how thoroughly she’d been discombobulated that she hadn’t even thought of that until now. She should go and see. Perhaps this wasn’t just a case of her being able to help, perhaps he genuinely needed that help.

She dried her hands and braced herself. After the way she’d treated him, he was bound to be wary of her, anyone would be. She—

“Amanda?” Hayley’s voice came from the other room. “Quinn’s here to update us.”

Diverted, and embarrassedly relieved, she called back, “I’ll put on fresh coffee.”

She had had no idea how Quinn would go about getting information from people at the department without saying why he wanted it, but she knew Foxworth often worked, in a way, undercover. And Quinn was one of the most competent men she had ever met, so she decided she wouldn’t worry about how he did it and simply be glad that he could. And wondered what he’d found out in two days of playing casual visitor to the department that held him in high regard for what he’d done that night.