Violet cringed again, and Warren opened his mouth to tear into his granddaughter some more for worrying him.
But I cut him off.
"Enough. Violet didn't come home last night because someone tried to kill her. "
That shut him up. Warren's mouth fell open, and he just stared at me. So did Donovan Caine. Violet shifted on her feet. Finn leaned against one of the coolers.
Amusement filled his bright green eyes.
"Now that I have your attention," I said. "Let me tell you exactly what happened last night. "
The five of us ended up on the store's wide front porch. I sat on the porch railing and leaned against one of the columns that supported the sloping tin roof. Finn was in a similar position across from me. Donovan Caine slouched on the steps between us, while Warren T. Fox and Violet rocked back and forth in two of the old-fashioned chairs.
"And there you have it," I said, wrapping up my tale.
"That's why Violet didn't come home last night. Because she was a little busy getting her face put back together by an Air elemental. Her name's Jo-Jo Deveraux. You might know her. "
Warren stared at me, his dark eyes narrowed and thoughtful. His gaze cut to Finn, then back to me. Thinking about something - or rather someone. Fletcher Lane.
"Let me get this straight, Gin," Donovan Caine said.
"Violet went to the restaurant looking for some guy who called himself the Tin Man. Then someone shot up the Pork Pit, but you backtracked the shooter and realized he was aiming at Violet. So you used her credit card receipt to hack into her personal information and find her at Ashland Community College.
"Actually, that was me, detective," Finn said. "The only thing Gin knows how to hack into is warm bodies. "
I shot him a dirty look. I hadn't exactly told Warren and Violet what I used to do, but I was sure the old coot had guessed. After all, he'd known Fletcher.
Donovan shook his head, ignoring Finn's remark. "You guys go to the college and see a dwarf attack Violet. Gin intervenes, and the two of you cart her off to some healer you know. Did I get it right?"
"More or less," Finn replied. "Although you left out the part where I helped Gin subdue the assailant. "
"You and a monster truck," I sniped. "I did all the hard, dirty work, if you'll remember. "
Finn grinned at me.
At the sight, Warren Fox made a deep sound in his throat, almost like a choking cough. He stared at Finn.
"You're the spitting image of your father when you smile like that. "
Some of the cheer drained out Finn's green eyes.
"That's what people tell me. He's dead, you know. Two months now. "
Warren rocked back in his chair and nodded. "I know. Saw the obit in the newspaper. " The old man stared at Finn a moment longer, then turned to me. "And you're Fletcher's girl, aren't you? The one he took in off the streets all those years ago?"
I frowned. "Yeah, I am. How do you know about that?"
Warren shrugged his stooped shoulders. "Fletcher and I might have had a falling out, but I kept tabs on him. "
Nobody said anything. But Donovan Caine looked at me, questions in his golden eyes. Despite our having slept together, the detective didn't know about my time living on the streets - or that my family had been brutally murdered by a Fire elemental when I was thirteen. That I'd been tortured by the sadistic bitch and barely escaped with my life.
I wasn't sure I wanted him to know. Pity was the last thing I wanted from the detective - or from anyone else.
Violet reached over, put her young, smooth hand on top of Warren's brown, speckled one, and stopped his rocking. "Gin came here to help us, Grandfather. "
"Did she now?" Warren muttered.
Donovan frowned. "Help you with what, Warren?"