In answer, she picked up her phone. Pressed a button. “Jimmy, would you mind taking Finn’s sister to the grocery store…okay…she’ll be right out.”
“This isn’t necessary, Elise. I have my act together now.”
“Go on, honey. I’ll bet it takes half the time when the little monkeys aren’t with you.”
Finn added, “And we can supervise them in the pool.”
“If you’re sure.”
“I am.”
“Thank you. Both.”
After she left, Finn said, “Now, back to the Blue Bomber. So did hevamoose?”
“Yes, he did. Back to L.A. I hope.” She shook her head. “Typical Hollywood guy. He can’t believe every woman won’t be thrilled at his attention.”
“I’m glad you’re not.”
She grinned. Ah, this was progress. “Now, let’s enjoy the beautiful day.”
* * *
Finn awoke. He was stretched out in a chaise in the shade of the deck’s big gazebo. Disoriented—how did he get here—his gaze landed on the water. The pool was empty. He waited until he was fully awake then pulled the chair upright.
Fiona walked out to the deck. “You’re awake.”
“Last thing I remember is Elise and I watching the boys.”
“She made you lie down over here and you zonked.”
“When did she leave?”
“She didn’t. She’s inside telling the boys about knowing The Blue Bomber. But the police are here to see you. Do you feel up to it?”
“Sure. Maybe they know more.”
“They said they need more information. I’ll go get them.”
Instead of uniformed cops, a blond man in a light summer suit and a stylish haircut came out to the deck. “Mr. McKenna, I’m Captain Marshall with the Rockford Police Department.”
“Ah, the big guns.”
He gave him a smile and gestured to the chair. “May I?”
“Of course.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Better after a few days but honestly, pretty lousy still.”
His light brown brows narrowed. “You got beat up badly.”
“Do you have news on who did it?”
“Maybe. We found your car. It’s in impound at the station.”
“Is it damaged? In movies it’s usually burned.”
