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away. Or closer. She wasn’t sure which she would prefer. He was too close for her to ignore the effect he always had on her, but not close enough for her to really enjoy it.
    Now that he wasn’t trying to crush her against the wall, she was back to appreciating his size. He wasn’t nearly as tall as Garrett—then again, who was?—but Finn was packed with muscle. She could see the outlines of his pecs through his tank top, traces of his chest hair peeking out.
    Do not think about Finn’s chest.
    She needed to focus on the issue at hand. He was trying to shut her out again, and she wouldn’t stand for it.
    “I’m not going to let this go,” she said.
    “I kind of figured.”
    She felt herself relax an infinitesimal amount. At least their history helped him know when she wasn’t about to back down.
    “I’m not saying you shouldn’t try to figure this out. I’m just saying you can be smarter about it. If these walls are pulling you into Michael’s memories so strongly that you can’t find your way out on your own, maybe you should try less visceral spots.”
    The paintings were physically linked to the women Michael had killed. Strongly linked. It would be as bad as reading the chains in his garage. Jazz stifled a shiver at the memory of red-crusted metal—Rachel’s blood on the manacles attached to those chains.
    There would be other places in Michael’s house that Finn could read, though. Places that might not be as strongly connected to Michael but could still give them useful information. She doubted Finn would have come to the gallery if he knew where Michael lived. They could go there and try to find another lead. Very carefully.
    “You sound like you have something in mind,” Finn said.
    “I do, but I’m not telling you until we’ve talked to Tommy.”
    Tommy. She couldn’t believe she’d get to talk to him. She had missed him too. Her head started to swirl again as she thought about his heart attack. She could have lost him without having a chance to say goodbye. Just like she’d lost her own father.
    Never think about Father.
    Tommy. Think about Tommy.
    She wanted to see him with her own eyes—to know he was okay. There was no way Finn could move on without her this time. He was stuck with her.
    “I’ll drive,” she said.
    “Aren’t you afraid people will see us together?”
    They were not going to have this argument again. Not after all these years. Not now.
    “I have tinted windows.”
    He glared at her, but then let out a sigh and shook his head. “Fine.”
    She had expected more of a fight. Finn giving in so easily only made her more worried.
    “Come on, then.”
    Her SUV was parked right in front of the gallery. In this part of town, shops closed up and people went home early. At least, on a boring Wednesday night. She could actually find parking on the street.
    “That is a big-ass SUV,” Finn said. “I thought you didn’t want to own a car.”
    Jazz shrugged. The car beeped as she hit the button to unlock the doors. “I need it for transporting art.”
    She had removed all but the seats right after buying it and laid out a tarp for extra padding. She wasn’t even sure where the seats were anymore. Maybe somewhere in the gallery or the storage unit for her apartment. At the moment, the back space of the vehicle was empty and roomy. Big enough for two.
    Dammit. Stop thinking about Finn. Especially that way.
    They climbed in and buckled up. Finn was sitting next to her. It was like a dream. If only the circumstances were different.
    The bar was halfway across town. He broke the silence after a few minutes.
    “Dad’s been reading tons of Westerns since the doctors told him to take it easy.” Finn fiddled with the brim of Tommy’s hat. “When the library ran out of new ones, he started reading romances set in the west. Now he’s hooked and reads anything he can get his hands on, no matter where or when it’s set. He especially likes the historicals, though.”
    “I can