Page 107 of Finn

He sat down, taking a sip of his coffee and setting it on the desk.

“I have news.”

I sat back. “Let me hear it.”

“Our contact at the cop shop told me they found a body about a mile from the racetrack.”

“Juan?”

He nodded. “They think so. General description fits.” He picked up his cup. “Died from blood loss. There was a bullet hole.”

“Can they do DNA? Fingerprints?”

“They tried. No hits, but he was an unknown. He called Lopez his uncle, but that wasn’t his real name. Could have been a son or a cousin or just some kid he recruited.” He took a sip. “Fingerprints aren’t, ah, possible.”

“Why?”

“His right arm is mostly missing—and part of his left. And his leg was being chewed on.”

I grimaced. “Part of me hopes he was still alive when they started chewing.”

“I have to agree.” He paused. “And our guy said he was wearing red sneakers. The same ones we saw Juan wearing with the tiger embroidery.”

“Well, that rather seals the deal.” I sat back, regarding him. “Have you told Anna?”

“Not yet. I will later. It might help her relax, knowing he’s not out there.”

“I’m going to talk to her later about my idea. Tell her she can stay in a room here until she’s on her feet and feels safe to live elsewhere.”

“Yeah, about that. She doesn’t need the room.”

I lifted one eyebrow. “Oh, why is that?”

“She can have Mum’s room.”

I tried to hide my smile behind my mug. “You mean the adjoining room to yours?”

“She’d feel safer being close. It’s private—she can keep the door locked. But I’d be close if she needed me.”

“Will it be locked on your side?” I asked.

He narrowed his eyes. “I’m doing this because she is Una’s friend. To help.”

I nodded. “Right. Of course. Una’s friend. To help.”

He leaned forward. “I haven’t shot anyone for a few days now, Finn. My finger is suddenly feeling itchy. You want to risk it?”

I chuckled and pointed to the monitor.

“She’s lovely, Niall. Intelligent. Sweet. Roisin would love her.”

“I don’t do relationships, Finn. I’m simply doing my part.”

“So, you’re not attracted to her?”

He opened his mouth then snapped it shut when I waved my finger at him. “Truth.”

“You can’t help but be attracted to her,” he huffed. “She’s incredible. But not for me. I’m not interested in something serious. And she’s the serious sort of girl.”