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  "Called last night," Jack said. "Wanted the hotel number. Said she had to fax something."

  "I needed to talk to Dee."

  "The phone works."

  "And I had business in Detroit, so I decided to make a trip of it."

  "What business?"

  "None of yours."

  Jack snorted, not buying it, but when he opened his mouth to call her on it, I shot him a look that asked him not to.

  I said, "If it's about what we started to discuss yesterday, let's let the guys get showered and shaved while we go grab coffee and talk. I'm interested in hearing - "

  "Oh, I'm sure you are." She flashed a smile that set my teeth on edge. "We'll get to that. Eventually. Probably."

  I turned to Quinn. "Up for a jog, then? I've missed the last couple of mornings, so I'm heading out. You're welcome to join me."

  He grinned. "Love to." He crossed the room and opened his suitcase. "Even brought sweatpants. I've been trying to get out a few times a week. I'm not up to your five miles yet, but I don't get your quiet country lanes. Or your clean air."

  I tossed the grin back. "So that's your excuse?"

  "Absolutely."

  I took my duffel and headed for the bathroom, then stopped, leaned out and looked at Evelyn. "Catch up later, then?"

  Her lips tightened. I smiled and closed the door.

  For the first half of the run, I said little, feet pounding the pavement hard, knocking thoughts of Evelyn from my mind, letting myself get caught up in Quinn's chatter instead, commenting just enough so he knew I was paying attention.

  Having now finally passed that first-date exchange of information - "What's your job? Ever married? Any kids?" - seemed to open the floodgates for Quinn. He talked about his family. They seemed close. Enviably close, and I was happy for him.

  Mostly, though, he talked about his job, including a couple of cases he was currently working. While he avoided identifying details, he still gave me more than he should have. I knew that was intentional. It was his way of saying he trusted me, and he knew I didn't quite trust him yet, so here was a bow-wrapped package of confidential information, proof he had no plans to flip on me.

  By the halfway mark, Quinn's chatter had banished Evelyn from my mind, and I began to share my own story, starting slow, with my family and my dad, and how I grew up, then moving into what I knew he really wanted to hear: how I shot Wayne Franco and what happened afterward.

  For the first time in seven years, I told my story to someone who understood. Really understood. I'd had people say, "I see how that could happen." I'd had some - cop friends - who said it and meant it. I'd had plenty of people who tut-tutted at the media for ruining my life. I had people who were outraged at it and fired off letters on my behalf. But the one thing I never had was the one thing I needed most, and Quinn gave it to me.

  He understood what it meant to me to lose my job. Others said it was a shame, but I'd only been an officer for a few years, and I got a good buyout, so no harm done, really. Quinn understood that, for me, the end of my career was more devastating than all the front-page photos in the world. I'd grown up to be a cop, and now I wasn't, and I don't think I'd ever stop feeling the loss, ever stop grieving.

  The more we talked, the more I realized that Evelyn had been right. You couldn't find a better match for me if you tried. And if I screwed this up, I'd never forgive myself.

  When we were a block from the hotel, I stopped at the mouth of an alley. Quinn got a few more strides in before realizing I wasn't beside him and circling back.

  "You okay?" he asked. "Did you -?"

  I wrapped my fist in his sweaty shirt front and walked backward into the alley.

  His eyes danced. "I meant what I said. No need to rush. I'll give you all the time - "

  "I've had more than enough," I said, pulled him to me, and kissed him.

  Chapter Forty-two

  I unlocked the hotel room door with my card.

  "Breakfast is served," Quinn called as he slid his tray onto the table. He took mine, laid it beside the first, gestured for Evelyn and Jack to dig in, then swung around to face me. "Flip for first shower?"

  "You go ahead. I'll talk to Evelyn."

  He sailed toward the bathroom. Halfway in, he spun. "Dibs on the strawberry cream cheese. Anyone else wants it, they gotta arm wrestle me when I get out."

  Jack glanced over at me. "Good run, I take it?"

  "I think the exhaust fumes go to his head."

  "Bouncy, chipper hitmen," Evelyn murmured. "I despair for this generation."

  I pulled the coffees from the cardboard tray. "The cream and double sugar is Quinn's. Black for Jack, cream and sugar for Evelyn..." As I handed them out, her blue eyes bored into mine.

  "So we're done playing games, I take it, Dee?"

  I forced a smile. "I never started."

  She eased into the armchair, stirring her coffee. "Getting confident, aren't you? Of course, it's easy when you have a bulldog at your back, ready to snap my hand off if I look at you the wrong way. With that kind of backup, even the most timid mouse isn't afraid to bare her teeth."

  I turned to Jack. "Could you give us a moment?"

  "Yes, Jack, please. I think Dee wants to try standing on her own feet. Should be amusing."

  He looked at me, and I knew he didn't want to go. It didn't have anything to do with defending me against Evelyn. I'd never complained to Jack about anything she said or did when he wasn't around, never hesitated to take her on. To suggest I hid behind him, though, was sure to put me on the defensive.

  I should refuse to play. But I couldn't.

  After a moment, he left, though clearly not happy about it, and telling me to ring his cell when we were done.

  I waited until he was gone, then turned to Evelyn. "Let me put this bluntly - "

  Her lips curved, teeth flashing. "Oh, I hope you do. But I doubt it. That wouldn't be polite."

  I moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "I hate the games, Evelyn. I don't understand them. I don't want to play them. I think you know that and you get a kick out of seeing me off-balance. I don't want to do this anymore."

  "All right, then. Let's speak plainly. I have a proposition - "

  "And I'm not interested." I shook my head. "No, obviously that's a lie. You know I'm interested. If I say yes, I'm not putting an end to this game - I'm only launching a bigger, more elaborate one. I'm doing fine with the Tomassinis. I might like something better, more satisfying, but I don't need it."

  If I thought I'd gain some points for honesty, I was deluded. Evelyn only narrowed her eyes as she studied my face.

  "This isn't open for negotiation, Dee. If you think you can set boundaries - "

  "I'm not negotiating."

  "If you think I'll come back in a few months, offer it again - "

  "God, you don't get it, do you?" I got to my feet and strode across the room. "I'm not playing a game. I'm not trying to win concessions or string you along. I don't want this job or any other job you have to offer. The price is too high."

  She sipped her coffee, then settled back in her chair. "Speaking of price, I do believe you still owe me..."

  "Yes, I do. You've helped me out with this investigation and I know you expect more than my sincere appreciation. But don't use that as leverage to get me to consider your offer. You need a pro who's willing and committed. If you want to settle up now, fine, let's settle up. What do I owe you?"

  She crossed her ankles, eyes rolling back as if thinking. "A job would do it. I think I have one. A cartel wants to send a message to a former associate by killing his family. Wife, couple of kids." She met my gaze. "That's my price, Dee."

  I turned away before she had the satisfaction of seeing my reaction. "Then I guess you'll need to find someone to do it and send me the bill."

  A moment's silence, then a small laugh. "You couldn't afford it. Not pulling penny-ante jobs for the Tomassinis. Your charming inn takes all that." She flashed her teeth again. "You wouldn't want
to lose it..."

  When I laughed, she blinked. And, yes, I took some pleasure in that, as small a reaction as it was.

  "I hired you for a few days of research, Evelyn. The bill for those services can't possibly be enough to warrant selling my lodge. I'll ask around, get a reasonable price, double it, and pay you back. I should have enough stashed away and, if I don't - " I flashed her smile back at her " - this is one obligation I'll work my ass off to relieve."

  The bathroom door banged open. "All yours, Dee." Quinn grinned. "Unless you need someone to wash your back."

  I managed a smile for him. "Another time. Get your breakfast while it's warm. And could you call Jack? He stepped out for a smoke."

  When I emerged from the bathroom, I fully expected Evelyn to be gone. Fully hoped, too. But she was still there, in the chair where I'd left her, nibbling at a bagel.

  "Honcho called," Jack said. "Evelyn mention that?"

  "The middleman? Great. We can - " I bit the word off, clipping my tongue. "Actually, no, I think we should back-burner that idea for a while. Play out the others first." I turned to Evelyn. "Sorry for making you stop by for nothing. I would have called and said so, but I wanted a clearer picture of what we got last night. Anyway, we're good for now."

  "I'm not so sure about that," Quinn said. "It'll take a while to dig through those files and get anything from them - "

  "And you don't have the time. I know that. You can head home whenever you want to. I'll take it from here."

  Quinn blinked, taken aback and, from the look that flashed behind his eyes, a little hurt. "I didn't mean that. I've got a few more days and - "

  "I know. I'm sorry. I'm tired and it's making me snippy." As I walked by him, I passed him a wan smile. "But I've used enough of Evelyn's help, so I'm going to drop that angle."

  As I fixed myself a bagel, I could feel Jack's gaze boring into the back of my skull.

  "All set then?" I said as I turned, my voice more brittle than I wanted. I forced myself to look around the circle of eyes. Evelyn's glittering with amusement. Quinn's clouded with confusion. Jack's steady piercing stare.

  Evelyn broke the silence. "If you can get the job, Dee, you'll wrap this up. No question. I started this and I'll be happy to finish it for you."

  "I can't afford it."

  "Can't afford -?" Quinn began, then turned his surprise on Evelyn, having obviously figured, like him and Jack, she was doing this just to help me out, which proved he didn't know her very well. "Shit, if that's it, I've got - "

  "No, please."

  Quinn came up beside me, hand on my elbow, voice dropping. "Let's go outside and talk about this. Honestly, I can help and I'd be glad to."

  "I can't." I met his gaze. "Please."

  "Oh, for pity's sake, Dee," Evelyn said. "It's free, all right?"

  "No, it isn't."

  Quinn leaned down to my ear. "Let me help. I've got some money and, for something like this, I'd be more than happy to use it."

  "Listen to the man, Dee," Evelyn said. "He'd be more than happy to help you out. And Jack, too. He's not quite so quick to jump in - never is - but he'll pay me for you. Money, quid pro quo, whatever it takes, he'll pay it. All these men tripping over themselves to help poor, sweet Nadia - "

  I spun on her so fast, Quinn jumped back, and whatever Evelyn saw in my face, it made her pull back, eyes widening just a fraction. I tore my gaze away, shutting down as fast as I could, eyes moving to the door, avoiding everything in between.

  "I'm sorry," I said. "Let me - I'll just walk it off. Give me a few minutes."

  Jack found me behind the hotel, sitting on the curb of the delivery lane. He walked over without a word as he knocked a cigarette from the package. I managed a weak smile.

  "Found them, huh?"

  "This morning. In my bag. Thought you were holding them. Waiting for my story."

  I flicked a pebble off the curb. "I'm sorry for making a scene in there."

  "That's a scene? Piss-poor one."

  Another tiny smile as he lowered himself to the curb.

  "Is Quinn freaked out?"

  "Confused. Worried."

  "Which is exactly what I was trying to avoid. I just couldn't figure out how to tell Evelyn I didn't want her help without him wondering why. It's my best chance of shutting this operation down, which should be my main priority."

  "Main priority should be you."

  I shook my head, watching the match flicker as he lit it. "No, it shouldn't, not with something like this. But I need to cut ties with Evelyn. I can't play her games anymore. I know I should stick it out, toughen up, learn to roll with the punches and toss a few back. Maybe running away doesn't make me the kind of pro you want me to be - "

  "Don't want you to be anything. Just you." He lifted the cigarette, inhaled, exhaled. "So you turned down her offer?"

  "I told her I couldn't take the games... which only made her think I was playing one."

  A snort carried on a puff of smoke. "She demanded debt repayment. How much?"

  I thought of her first words. The family. I'd never tell Jack that, but he must have seen something in my eyes, because his jaw tightened, muscle spasming.

  "What'd she ask for?"

  I shook my head. "We settled on cash. She suggested I couldn't afford it. I said I would. But the point is, Jack, that I absolutely cannot afford to add to that bill... and I don't just mean the monetary value. If I agree after I've said I won't take anything more from her, then it's right back to the scenario I mentioned yesterday. There's no sense claiming I won't take anything from her, because she knows I will and it's just a matter of price."

  "She found Honcho. She contacted him. She accepted the offer. All she's gotta do now? Give you the time and place. Already has that. Might say she doesn't - "

  "Which puts me right back where I started, Jack. She'll keep playing her game and I'll keep buying in."

  "Not you. Me. From now on? She talks to me."

  I rubbed my legs, trying to work the frustration from my voice. "Which again, Jack, plays into her hands. You heard her in there, jabbing me because I have you and Quinn helping out. The poor little damsel in distress. The chick who thinks she's a big tough hitman... and hides behind the real ones. That's not who I want to be."

  "Course not. Think she doesn't know that? How many times you think she got that shit? Starting out? She hooked up with men, too. No choice. What happens? Dis missed as a wannabe. A groupie. Evelyn's been there. Knows how much it hurts. Knows how mad it'll make you. Knows how hard it is to prove you aren't."

  He took another drag off the cigarette, then handed it to me. I accepted.

  "This whole mess?" he continued. "My fault. I screwed Evelyn over. With you. Don't regret it. But then we needed her. I made a decision. Probably the wrong one." He took the cigarette back and inhaled, expelling the smoke before going on. "Yeah, the wrong one. Not much doubt about that. Rest of the debt? Mine. Only fair."

  "Jack - "

  "You care what she thinks of you?"

  "No, but - "

  "It's set then. We make the meeting. Evelyn goes home. You're done with her."

  He passed the cigarette back and I took it.

  Evelyn did not go home. She insisted on staying to see the contact through. Was she being a responsible go-between and protecting her reputation? Or just having fun pushing my buttons? I didn't care. At that moment, I had two main concerns. One, preparing for this meeting with the Byrony Agency contact. Two, convincing Quinn I wasn't an irrational bitch.

  Fortunately, task two was simple. He was confused, nothing more. We went out for a walk and I explained a version of events that skirted the more "interpersonal" issues, like Jack and Evelyn's clash over my mentorship, which would only confuse him all the more.

  I also left out any mention of the Contrapasso Fellowship offer. He'd be as excited at the prospect as I was trying hard not to be. There are guys who go vigilante because they like killing people and it gives them an excuse they can l
ive with. Quinn wasn't one of them.

  Evelyn once said the difference between us was that, for Quinn, the drive to see justice done came from the head. For me, it came from the gut. She had only a casual interest in his cerebral vigilantism. What she wanted to mold was my fire, my passion.

  Maybe, but I suspected if I told him about the Contrapasso Fellowship, he'd want in, and I wasn't ready to deal with that - either his hurt when she refused him or the guilt of getting him entangled in her web if she accepted.

  What I did tell him was that Jack had gotten Evelyn involved in Sammi's murder case by asking her to find a hitman who matched our profile. The expectation was that, because she owed him plenty and they were close, she'd do it with no obligation to me. Today I'd found out otherwise and, spooked, I'd reacted by wanting nothing more to do with her "help." The story made sense to him, so he let it go at that.

  Chapter Forty-three

  Before I left to meet the client, Jack took me aside for a few words of advice. I tried not to notice the roll of Evelyn's eyes.

  We walked behind the hotel again, to the delivery lane, and again he pulled out his cigarettes.

  "Still want that story?" he asked as he lit one, cupping the flame against the wind.

  "Only if you want to give it to me. And if it won't reveal anything that could compromise your privacy."

  He waved me to our spot on the curb and sat beside me. "Nah. Wouldn't care." He exhaled the smoke through his nose. "I trust you. Happened after the job anyway."

  He took another drag, then passed me the cigarette before continuing. "Backyard hit. Went down fine. Getting out? No problem. Big yards. Estates. Full of trees and shit. Had my path mapped out. So I'm moving. Not running. But moving. Then there's this wall. Maybe..." He lifted his hand about three feet off the ground. "Knew it was there. No surprise. So I'm coming to it. Lots of time. Could stop. Climb over. But no. Gotta jump it."

  He took the cigarette back and inhaled, letting the smoke swirl out as he shook his head. "So I jump. Don't clear it. Foot hits the wall. I topple over. Face-plant into the fucking tulips."

  I swallowed a laugh, but not before some of it escaped.

  Jack waved the cigarette at me. "See? Told you. Boring and embarrassing. No close call. No fancy trick. Tripped over a fucking garden wall."