Finn shook his head. “I did some more digging last night. I wouldn’t suggest either one of those options. Dawson has a pretty tight security setup at home. Lots of giant guards, and his house is in a flat, remote area. They’d see you coming. And after your break-in last night, I imagine he’s doubled the guards at his office and the mine. Getting in would be tricky, getting out would be a serious problem. Especially if he puts up a fight before you kill him.”

I trusted Finn’s judgment just as much as I’d trusted Fletcher’s. If he said the house and office were out, they were out. “What about going to and from work?”

“Dawson has a driver who’s been with him for years. Takes the dwarf everywhere. He drives that big SUV we saw at Country Daze. Bulletproof glass, airbags, reinforced frame, all the usual assorted safety features.”

“Which means sniping him through the glass wouldn’t work, and the dwarf is probably tough enough to survive a car accident or even a bomb under the hood,” I finished.

“You got it.”

“So what do you suggest?” I asked. “Because the clock is ticking. Violet can only stay with Eva Grayson, and Sophia and Jo-Jo can only watch Warren at home for so long. Tobias Dawson’s going to come back to the store to brace the Foxes again sooner, rather than later. The dwarf needs to get dead, Finn. In a hurry.”

Finn grinned. “Ask, and ye shall receive. Dawson doesn’t get out much, but he is scheduled to attend a party—tonight, as a matter of fact.”

Short notice, but I could make do. I’d had less time to do other jobs. “But…”

“But there’s only one problem. No, that’s not true,” Finn said. “There are several problems. But the biggie is this. The party? Guess where it’s going to be?”

“I don’t know. The Five Oaks country club, maybe?”

That’s where a lot of upper crust types held their functions.

“Nuh-uh,” Finn shook his head. “This shindig is going to be held at Mab Monroe’s house—her own personal estate.”

“Fuck,” I said.

“Fuck, indeed,” Finn agreed.

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