“No time like the present to find out,” he muttered, heading to Apple Sours—or A.S., as the locals called it. It had been his friend’s first foray into business, and he loved the place. Maybe it would right all the crazy in his world for a while.
“Oh, Findlay Hudson, just the man I wanted to see.”
Speaking of crazy.“What can I do for you, Mrs. Howard?” Fin stopped on the sidewalk and waited for Dylan’s mom to reach him.
“Any news on who that femur belongs to?”
“None, sorry.”
“Well, you let me know when you hear something.”
When hell freezes over.
“I want to discuss the scavenger hunt with you.”
“What scavenger hunt?”
“We are having one for New Year’s Eve called Hunt For Your Honey. We have yet to promote it, but I want to get a jump on things.”
“I shudder to think what Hunt For Your Honey means.”
“The details are still being worked out.” Her mouth formed a small disapproving line.
Because she was the mother of someone he respected, and that someone was married to a Trainer, Fin always tried to be nice to her. Sometimes it was hard, as she’d been a bitch as long as he’d known her.
On the big-boned side, she usually wore a lot of makeup and exercise clothes when she wasn’t in one of her power suits. Today she was covered from head to toe in a black overcoat with a fur collar. On her head was a hat in the same material. She looked to Fin like some kind of secret agent.
“Okay. Why do you want to discuss this scavenger hunt with me?”
“Well now, as the local ranger, it’s important you help us with setting the clues and mapping the course for the hunt.”
“Is it?” This was news to him. “I’ve never had anything to do with any you’ve run before.”
“It’s time” was all she said. “The committee will be in touch.”
“What exactly am I expected to do?”
“Scout out locations for clues and the course. I just told you that.” Her brows met in the middle.
“Right. You do realize it could possibly be snowing that day?”
“We are made of hardy stuff here! A little snow won’t upset anyone!”
“So the hunt is undertaken in couples?” It was a hunch, but he saw he’d hit his mark as she nodded.
“They will be tied together around their wrists.”
“Don’t you think all this is a bit extreme just to get more grandkids?” Fin wasn’t in the best of moods, so he just said what was on his mind—and what others refused to say to this woman.
“I beg your pardon?”
He’d hit his second mark accurately, because guilty color flooded her cheeks.
“Your daughters can find their own husbands, Mrs. Howard. Stop—”
“Fin, I need your help!”
Mrs. L waved at him from her shop a few feet away.
