Nieves? She’d found out somehow. But Manny knew Nieves. She wouldn’t be a “new” patient. And Nieves would never let Manny near her.

No, this was someone else.

Someone here in Montana—or who’d come to Montana—knew I’d gone to New York when I hadn’t told anyone I was leaving.

It could be completely innocent.

Yeah, right. There was something more here—something only Manny and his patient knew.

And I aimed to find out.

I opened my wallet and slid a hundred dollar bill—courtesy of my new ATM card that accessed the Wolfe troves—over to Manny. “There’s a lot more where that came from. We’ve known each other for years, Manny. You know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”

“I get it, but I’m sorry. I can’t.”

“Especially not in front of his attorney,” Lacey said. “And yours.”

Easy enough to read between the lines. I needed to get Manny alone. If I promised to be discreet, I might be able to convince him to give me the woman’s name. I didn’t relish the idea of leaving Lacey in the company of Hoss, a serial misogynist, but I had to try.

“Care to step outside, Manny?” I said.

“Not at the moment.”

Okay. So much for that idea.

Honey brought our meals, and we ate in silence, my mind churning. This could be nothing. A complete dead-end.

Or it could be a clue I needed.

Lacey clearly thought Manny couldn’t be bought, but she didn’t know him. I did. He was a good guy, but even the best guys could sometimes be persuaded by the green god himself. Money. Manny made a great living, but he had no idea the kind of money I now wielded.

I signaled Honey for the check. “It’s on me today.” I placed bills on the table.

“Thank you, Rock,” Hoss said.

“Obliged,” Manny agreed.

I stood, offering my hand to Lacey. “You know where I am if you change your mind.” I led Lacey out the door.

“Okay, baby,” I said. “We’re taking another ride. A long one. A gorgeous one. I want you to free your mind and enjoy it. Because tonight I need you to use that beautiful brain of yours and figure out how we can get Manny to spill his guts.”

“I don’t think he will,” she said. “He seems pretty principled. His attorney, on the other hand…”

“Hoss?”

“Yeah. I don’t get a good vibe from him.”

“Probably because he’s a sexist pig.”

“Well, that. Yeah.” She smiled. “But more that he admits to defending doctors who screw their patients.”

“He’s an attorney. It’s what he does.”

“True. Part of the reason why I went into trusts and estates. I can’t stand working with shitty people.”

“You worked with my father.”