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Just nothing.
Nothing was good.
I quickly keyed in the number Haley had given me.
“Yeah
?”
“Hey, Toby. Talon Steel.”
“Steel, what’s up? I’m not sure you’ve ever called me before.”
“I got your cell from Haley at the shop. I need to talk to you. In person.”
“Yeah? What about?”
God, my heart was going to fly out of my chest any minute. “A tattoo in one of your books. It’s a phoenix on someone’s forearm. I want to find out who you tattooed it on.”
“I respect my clientele’s privacy, Steel.”
“I’ll make it worth your while to give me the information I want. Can you meet me over at Rita’s?”
“I honestly wish I could help you,” Toby said, his blond hair falling into his eyes. He sat across from me at Rita’s, sipping on some coffee. “But that’s not one of mine. I bought the place fifteen or so years ago, and that tat was done by one of the previous guys.”
“Do you know when it was done?”
Toby shook his head. “Sure don’t. But I can tell you who I bought the shop from. That might help you.”
I racked my brain, trying to remember the name of the tattoo shop fifteen years ago. I’d been twenty, spending most of my time in the city drinking and fucking. Shit. “I’ll take whatever information you have.”
Toby grinned, a gold tooth glinting on the edge of his smile. “So how worth my while are you making this?”
I slid a hundred across the table. “How’s this for a start?”
Toby nodded, pocketing the Benji. “I’d say that’s a great start, Steel. Here’s to the beginning of a beautiful business relationship.” He chuckled.
Money. Never stopped surprising me how cooperative people got when money was involved. So often I had been willing to give up my entire fortune just to have a normal life, to erase the horrors of my past, but at times like these, I was grateful I had a boatload of the green. “When can I get this information?”
“I’ve got all the records at the shop. Come on over now, and I’ll show you what I have.”
Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Chapter Fourteen
Jade
My pulse raced as I stood on the front porch of the address where Wendy Madigan lived. Get a grip, Jade. This is work, nothing more.
I drew in a deep breath, let it out, and then rapped on the door.
A few seconds later the door opened, and Wendy Madigan herself answered.
“Yes?”
“Ms. Madigan, hi. I’m Jade Roberts from Snow Creek.”
She arched her eyebrows, but other than that, didn’t look overly surprised. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You came all this way?”
