“Of course.” Noel hurried to help his mother rise. “Do we know—”
“Not yet,” Fin said as the man threw him a look. “But we’ll let you know when we do.”
“Thank you. Let’s go, Mother.”
“You stay with her now, Noel, or call one of her friends to do so,” Maggie said with a steely tone.
“I will.”
“Thanks,” Fin said when the door closed behind them.
“No worries.” She turned to face him. “I know he’s suffering right along with his mother and father, and I’m sorry for it, but that Noel’s a cold fish, always has been. He thinks he’s special, which I assure you he’s not. He and my oldest brother, Ford, got into it a bit in school.”
“Into it?”
“Ford bloodied his nose a few times for being, and I quote, an arrogant asshole.”
“Gotcha. Why are you here, Maggs?”
“I brought that statue you ordered. It came in yesterday, but I just unpacked it. There was a note in the file that said it was for you.”
He felt a flash of excitement. Fin collected art, and he’d been waiting for this to arrive for weeks.
“You didn’t have to deliver it, but thanks.”
“It’s a great piece. I would have bought it if I’d seen it first.”
“Do you want some coffee?”
“No, thanks. I know what that stuff you make is like.”
“Real coffee.” He thumped his chest.
“You were the one to find the body?”
“I was.”
“I’m so sorry, Fin, that must have been horrible.” She stepped closer and touched his hand.
Fin turned his hand over and held hers.
“Horrible is a good word.”
“Do you think it’s Simon Linbar?”
“We can’t know that until they do some tests.”
“Was the body missing a femur?”
“From what I could gather, yes.”
“I can’t imagine what that was like to see.” She looked soft, sweet, and Fin felt that surge of heat he always got when she was near. He was sick of ignoring it, so he tugged her closer, needing her sweetness to remove the ugly he’d encountered today from his head, and Christ, she was sweet.
“What are you doing?” She braced a hand on his chest but didn’t push him away.
“I call it giving in to the inevitable.”
“Fin, this is wrong.”
