Even if they did make a move later on, I could always take them out too. No, killing Dawson was the key here. Eliminate the dwarf and the rest of the monster would more than likely die along with him.

Besides, the store, the land, the house. They were all that Warren and Violet had ever known. They were simply home. I knew Fletcher Lane would have done whatever he could to help his friend. The old man wasn’t here, but I was. And I was going to protect the Foxes—no matter what.

Warren raised his dark eyes to mine, asking a silent question. I nodded. Question asked and answered. Jo-Jo Deveraux saw the exchange. An emotion flickered in her pale gaze. It looked like relief—mixed with a spark of anticipation.

About what, I couldn’t imagine. But it was there.

After about three minutes, the babble of voices and conversation wound down.

“I just don’t see how it’s possible,” Donovan Caine said. “Diamonds? Here?”

I nodded. “They have them over in Arkansas, why not here in Ashland? Tobias Dawson’s found plenty of coal in the mountain. That’s all a diamond really is—coal put under pressure long and hard enough to evolve into something else.”

“How do you know that?” the detective asked.

“I know a little bit about stones, especially precious ones.” I didn’t mention the fact I could hear their vibrations, tap into them, and get them to do anything I wanted. I never flaunted my magic, and I wasn’t about to do it now.

“But if Dawson’s already started drilling this other shaft to get to the diamonds, why is he still threatening us?”

Violet asked, confusion flashing in her eyes. “Why even bother? Why not just take the diamonds out on the sly?”

“Because the dwarf doesn’t own the mineral rights to the land,” Warren rumbled. “I do. So legally, they aren’t his diamonds. They’re ours.”

“And people might realize that, if he started mining them,” Jo-Jo finished. “Word would get around. It always does. And then Warren could cause problems for him. Legal problems.”

Warren nodded. “Or try to at least.”

We all fell silent. I gave the others a few minutes to think, but my decision had already been made.

“Finn?” I asked in a low voice.

“Yeah?”

“What else did you find out about Dawson today?”

He stared at me with his green eyes. “All the usual info. Finances, business interests, hobbies, homes, social connections.”

“Anything we can use?”

Finn stared at me. His gaze cut to Warren. He saw the resolution in the other man’s face and realized it matched mine. “Yeah, there are a few angles. Nothing too easy, of course, but I’m sure we can find something. There’s always a way in.”

That’s what Fletcher Lane always used to tell me. I smiled.