Mainly, I wanted to make sure there was no way her almost or future murder was going to get laid on my doorstep or on Finn or the Deveraux sisters. Covering myself had been one of the first things Fletcher Lane had taught me.

“Now, what happened after I left? Did she say anything, do anything?”

Finn shook his head. “No. She sat there a minute getting her breath back; then she got up and left.”

My gray eyes narrowed. “And you didn’t try to stop her?”

Finn shrugged. “I figured as long as she wasn’t screaming and calling the cops, it was all right. We both thought it was Jake McAllister shooting at you, not somebody else gunning for her.”

I bit back another curse. Finn was right. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t anybody’s fault. Still, I needed some answers, and the girl was the only one who could give them to me. But she was miles away by now. So how could I track her down? I thought for a second, then went over to the counter.

“Uh-oh,” Finn muttered. “I know that look.”

“What look?” I asked, lifting up the cash register.

“That look. The one that makes you resemble a hibernating bear someone just poked with a sharp stick. The look that says you’re not going to let this go, even though it’s not your problem.”

I put my hand over my heart and batted my lashes at him. “You know me all too well.”

“But how are you going to find her?” Finn asked. “She didn’t exactly leave you a personal dossier.”

My fingers probed the dark space under the cash register.

There it was. I pulled out a scrap of paper from beneath the register. The girl’s credit card receipt from lunch. The one with her name on it. Violet Fox. Not as good as a dossier, but it was a place to start.

“Oh, I’m not going to find her,” I said in a sweet voice.

“Don’t say it,” he pleaded. “Please don’t say it.”

I held the piece of paper out to him. “I’m not going to find her because you’re going to do it for me.”

Finn just sighed and took another sip of his coffee.

7

7

“Anything yet?”

Finn glared over his shoulder at me. “It’s only been two hours, Gin. Keep your panties on.”

I glared back and stuck my tongue out at him.

He grinned. “Don’t stick it out unless you plan to use it.”

I snorted. “You wish.”

“Always.”