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“They can’t ID him since there was no way to fingerprint him and no DNA in any system. But the fact that he was so close to the track and had a gunshot wound, the coincidence is too great,” I replied with confidence. “Plus, he was wearing those hideous sneakers.”

“Why no fingerprints?” Una asked.

I cleared my throat. “Mother Nature has a way of removing them.”

Una looked confused, and then her eyes went wide. “Oh. Oh.”

Anna looked at her, and Una mimed biting her nails. Theatrically. Anna looked startled, then turned her face, coughing to cover a little laugh.

“He deserved it,” Una stated.

Anna nodded, shifting in her chair to face Niall. I couldn’t help but see his fingers tangled in her hair that fell over the back of the chair. He saw my glance, pulling his arm back, but I’d caught him.

“Maybe we should discuss it?” she asked.

“It’s your decision. I think you’d like it here. Great staff. And you’d be safe.”

She turned back to me. “I accept.”

“Great. I’ll get the paperwork in order with HR. You can take a little more time to recover and start next week.”

“Okay.”

Niall stood. “You look pale and should probably lie down.”

She stood as well, hesitating, then leaned down and hugged me. “Thank you, Finn. I see why you’re Una’s hero.”

Niall glared at me, and I patted her back. “Thank you.”

They left, Niall’s hand on the small of her back, the gesture oddly intimate since he rarely touched anyone.

Una turned to me, lifting her eyebrows. “Are they…?”

I shrugged. “Niall says no. He is only helping.”

“Bullshit. He’s as protective of her as you are of me.”

“I agree.” I leaned closer. “And he insists she use his mum’s room. Which adjoins his.”

She clapped her hands in delight. “Oh my God, they are such a cute couple. He’s all big and strong. Dark and broody. She’s little and golden. Like night and day.”

I chuckled. “Good description.”

“We need to help them,” she decided.

“We need to wait and see what happens.”

She frowned but didn’t argue. I wondered how long until she asked Anna what was going on.

I hoped she’d tell me.

She picked up her coffee and sipped. Then she turned to me, looking serious. “Finn.”

“Mo chroí?”

“I want to go back to work this week. Well, at least Friday and Saturday night.”

I smiled widely. “You want to sing?”