My eyes flicked to the tarot card with Ceri’s likeness and I kept my mouth shut. Trent would use her like a tissue and throw her away.

Trent leaned back, his gaze going sharp on mine. “Well, Ms. Morgan,” he said, managing to appear in control even wearing a robe and pj’s. “Have I given you enough?”

For a long moment I looked at him, watching his jaw slowly tighten when he realized I was balancing and not knowing which way I was going to jump. Feeling cocky and self-assured, I raised my eyebrows. “Oh hell, Trent. I was going after Lee anyway. What do you think I was doing in your bathtub for two hours? Washing my hair?”

I had no choice but to tag Lee after he tried to blow me up. If I didn’t, every mark I put behind bars was going to come out gunning for me.

Trent’s face went annoyed. “You’ve got it figured out already, don’t you?” he asked, irritation thick in his river-gray voice.

“Mostly.” I beamed, and Quen sighed, clearly having seen beforehand that I was going to snooker his boss but good. “I just need to call my insurance agent and set it up.”

Knowing I had gotten the better of Trent was worth more than he could ever line my pockets with, and I snorted when Quen whispered, “Her insurance agent?”

Still sitting, I pointed a finger at Trent. “I’ve got two things for you to do. Two things, then you back off and let me work. I’m not doing this as a committee. Understand?”

Eyebrows high, Trent said flatly, “What do you want?”

“First, I want you to go to the FIB and tell them Lee knocked out all those people and locked the doors knowing there was a bomb on the boat.”

Trent laughed, his warm voice taking on a biting edge. “What is that going to get you?”

“They’ll go looking for him. He’ll go underground. A warrant will be filed, and with that, I have a legal right to pick him up.”

Trent’s eyes widened. Behind him, Quen nodded. “That’s why …” Trent murmured.

I couldn’t help my smile. “You can run from the law, but standing up your insurance adjuster?” I shook my head. “Not a good idea.”

“You’re going to get in to kill him posing as an insurance agent?”

I wished I could say I was surprised. God, he was so arrogant. “I don’t kill people, Trent. I haul their asses to lockup, and I need a reason for keeping him there. I thought he was your friend.”

A hint of uncertainty flickered over Trent. “I thought he was, too.”

“Maybe his girlfriend knocked him on the head and forced him into leaving?” I said, not believing it. “Wouldn’t you feel bad if you killed him, then found out he had tried to save you?”

Trent gave me a weary look. “Always seeing the best in a person, Ms. Morgan?”

“Yeah. Except with you.” I started making a mental list of who I had to tell I was alive: Kisten, Jenks—if he’d listen—Ceri, Keasley … Nick? Oh God, my mom. That one ought to be fun.