"Hey there, baby sister," I said to Bria. "Xavier."
They nodded at me.
"Here for a late lunch?" I asked.
Xavier grinned at me, his teeth flashing like opals against his onyx-colored skin. "Something like that. Think the owner will give us a break on the price?"
"Oh," I drawled. "She might make an exception for two of Ashland's finest."
They both took off their coats and settled themselves at the counter. Xavier sat down first, forcing Bria to move in between him and Finn or risk being left out of the conversation that was sure to follow. My sister sighed but slid onto the stool.
For his part, Finn was all too happy to swivel around in Bria's direction and give her his most charming, winning, aw-shucks smile.
To say that Finnegan Lane was something of a womanizer was like telling someone that it was a little steamy in the South in the summertime. Old, young, fat, thin, blonde, brunette, bald, toothless, face like a steel trap, Finn didn't care as long as it was breathing, female, and had the br**sts to prove it. He wasn't even particular about how perky they were. Finn regarded pesky little things like wedding bands, engagement rings, and jealous, hulking menfolk more as amusing challenges than immovable obstacles that could be hazardous to his health. It always amazed me that some jilted husband hadn't hired me, the Spider, to kill my foster brother long ago. But Finn had his own sort of magic when it came to charming the ladies.
At least, until he'd met Bria.
Finn had laid a hell of a kiss on my sister during a Christmas party at Owen's mansion. The kind of kiss that would make most women melt. Some men too. But Bria wasn't most women. Oh, I could tell that my sister was attracted to Finn. She'd have to be blind not to be. But she was going to make him work for every sly innuendo, every heated look, every steamy kiss. Which, of course, only made Finn pursue her that much harder. So far, though, Bria had proved to be just as wily and elusive as Finn was clever, rebuffing every attempt he made to get close to her.
Still, there was something in Finn's eyes when he looked at Bria, something that made me think that all this effort might be a little more serious than he let on, something I'd never seen before-a touch of fear. Like maybe he was afraid of what he could actually feel for her-of falling for her the way that he'd made so many other women fall for him.
Maybe I should have stepped in and told him to knock it off. Having the two of them at odds didn't exactly make for warm, fuzzy family moments. But for once, a woman was getting the best of Finnegan Lane, and damned if I wasn't enjoying the show.
"Detective," Finn crooned in his most seductive voice. "You're looking smashing, as always."
Bria smiled at him, although as many teeth as she bared, it was more of a warning. "Lane. I see you're as oily and smarmy as ever."
Finn pouted and put his hand over his heart. "Oh, detective, how you-"
"Wound you." Bria finished his sentence and snorted. "If I ever did hurt you, Lane, you'd know it."
Finn raised an eyebrow and turned to look at me. "I see that your sister has the same violent streak that you do, Gin."
I gave him a toothy smile that matched Bria's. "Must run in the family."
Farther down the counter, Sophia let out a soft, raspy laugh. The Goth dwarf enjoyed Finn's discomfort just as much as I did.
Despite Bria's icy attitude, Finn didn't give up. He focused all of his attention on her, as if he were a general and she was just another battle to be won no matter what casualties he might suffer along the way-including the complete and utter loss of his self-respect, pride, and dignity. Bria coolly rebuffed all of his advances, but she wasn't completely immune to his charms. Interest sparked in her gaze whenever she looked at him out of the corner of her eye. Bria enjoyed being chased just as much as Finn liked running after her.
"So, what'll it be?" I asked.
Xavier ordered a double cheeseburger with all the fixings, along with fries and baked beans. Bria opted for the Pork Pit's most excellent grilled cheese sandwich, along with some potato salad and a piece of strawberry pie-the final slice that Finn hadn't managed to scarf down yet.
Sophia and I worked on the food, and the five of us talked back and forth across the counter. The dwarf and I slid the steaming food over to Xavier and Bria, and the two of them spent the next twenty minutes stuffing their faces, while Finn talked enough for everyone. Food, friends, and my sister, all in one place. It was about as good as things could get for me. Almost good enough to let me forget about how I'd botched my hit on Mab last night.
Almost.
Bria and Xavier polished off their food, but instead of saying their good-byes, the two of them lingered in the Pork Pit. It wasn't like either one of them to do that, not while they were on duty, no matter how good the food was. Something was going on.
Bria kept sneaking glances at first me, then Xavier. The giant nodded his shaved head at her, telling her to get on with it. Still, she hesitated. So I decided to make things easy for her, seeing as how the relationship between us hadn't exactly been smooth sailing so far.
"Something on your mind, Bria?" I asked.
Bria looked up, startled by my question. Then a rueful grin spread across her pretty face. "Is it that obvious?"
"Probably not to anyone else but me."
She nodded, accepting my explanation. "Actually, there is another reason that Xavier and I came by the Pit today, other than the food."
Bria drew in a breath and stared at me. "We need your help, Gin."
My sister asking for my help-especially considering the violent, bloody kind of help that I specialized in-was a new experience. But I wasn't about to deny her. Anything that Bria asked of me, I would happily give her-and then some. Still, if my sister, the straight arrow, the upstanding detective, had turned to me, the morally bankrupt assassin, for aid, then something really big must be up.
I raised an eyebrow. "Really? You need my help? Who exactly needs killing?"
Bria winced. "It's not-it's not like that. Not like that at all, Gin. I don't want anybody dead."
I stared at her another moment before my gaze cut to Xavier. The giant just shrugged his massive shoulders, telling me that Bria had the lead on this thing, whatever it was.
"So what's up?" I asked. "Why do two such esteemed members of the Ashland po-po need my help? Got a dirty cop you need to bust or something?"
Xavier snorted, with good reason. Besides the giant and Bria, honest cops were rarer than blizzards in the summertime in Ashland. Most members of the police force preferred to take wads of C-notes to look the other way, rather than actually try to solve the many crimes that plagued the city. It was easier, less dangerous, and far more profitable for everyone involved that way. For most folks, the only justice in Ashland was what they made for themselves-with whatever sharp, pointed weapon happened to be nearby.