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“I want to hear all the words,” he countered. “I know you too well, Finley O’Sullivan.”
“I will not go to isolated places alone.” She mentally crossed her fingers.If I can help it.
“Go. Do this thing, and let me know how it turns out.”
And then she was going to find the custodian and figure out the little truths he was keeping to himself.
Discreet Results
Hill Avenue, Nashville, 9:30 a.m.
Finley and Houser waited in a small office that belonged to the owner of the lab.
Dr.Randy Gainer, the owner, and Finley had been friends since her undergraduate years at Vandy. He’d been premed. She’d helped him out with organic chemistry. She had aced chemistry in high school. These days he was her go-to guy for anything related to private lab work. She could trust him, and he would stop whatever else he was doing to help her out. Everyone needed a Randy Gainer.
“Did you tell Matt?” Houser asked after he’d scrolled his inbox on his phone for five or so minutes.
She’d wondered when he would get to that. “I did. We’re good.”
“What about Jack?”
“I couldn’t exactly not tell him after the way you kicked off this morning’s call.”
Houser flashed her a smile. “I may have done that on purpose.”
“I figured.”
“I just want you to stay safe, Finley.”
She searched his face for as long as he held eye contact with her. He was a good guy. He knew her history better than anyone besides Matt and Jack. He’d given as much to protect her as anybody except Derrick.
She was lucky to have a friend like him. Being her friend was rarely easy. She could be pushy, among other annoying things.
“You’re a good friend, Houser,” she said, meaning it.
He laughed. “I think that’s the nicest thing any lawyer has ever said to me.”
How could she not laugh at that?
The door opened, and Randy walked in. Finley sat up straighter. She sure as hell hoped Johnson had known what he was doing. She didn’t really care if he ended up in prison—he probably belonged there—but it would be a little difficult for Jack to explain how it happened if a complaint was filed by the family. After all, this little deal had been her idea. Putting one’s client in jeopardy—even just a little bit—was frowned upon.
That was the thing about Jack and Finley. They sometimes played fast and loose, but they always got the job done the right way.
Randy sat down behind his desk. “These donors arenota match.”
Finley hated that she felt the tiniest bit relieved. She so wanted the bastard to have to fight harder to get away with what she felt confident was some connection to Lucy’s murder.
Houser looked a little deflated as well.
“But,” Randy said, in true Randy fashion. He liked the buildup. “They are related. If you’d like me to determine how they are related. I can do that.” He turned to Houser. “For a small fee.”
“Randy,” Finley said, shooting him a pointed look.
He rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I should have the results later this afternoon. We’re a little shorthanded today.”
Finley stood. “Thanks, Randy, I owe you one.”
“Just remember that when you boot Briggs out of office. I could use some of those lucrative government contracts.”
