“Josefa, girl, enough. Leave Law alone. Go on. Scoot,” May cut in.

Josefa stared at me, so did her posse then they shuffled away.

May caught my arm, dragged me to a quiet corner and turned to me. “Well? Is it true?” she asked, her eyes lit with a fire I’d never seen before.

“May –”

“Don’t think we don’t know what you’ve been doin’. These kids talk, they been whisperin’ about you for weeks. I’ve been keepin’ myself to myself, not likin’ you out there alone, but not disagreein’ with you either. Park was a good kid. We all loved him. You partner with the likes of Crowe, well, I’m thinkin’ that’s a bit of all right.”

“May, I haven’t partnered with Crowe. Something happened yesterday and… erm… last night,” and that morning but I didn’t go into that, “I met him, we’ve talked, he helped me with a situation and that’s it. We aren’t partners.”

“He as cute as they say?” May asked, eyes still dancing with excitement.

Crowe? Cute?

I couldn’t help myself; I threw back my head and laughed.

“What’s funny?” May talked over my laughter.

“Vance Crowe is not cute,” I said when I got myself under control.

May’s nose scrunched. “That’s damned disappointing. I heard he was a little hottie.”

“Oh, he’s hot all right, but he isn’t cute. You don’t describe a man like that as cute,” I told May.

May’s eyes lit again. “How do you describe him then?”

I thought about this and couldn’t come up with anything. He was simply indescribable. You had to see him, and if you were lucky (which, surprisingly, I was) feel him.

“Just… not cute,” I said.

May must have caught something on my face because she smiled wide. “Bet he wouldn’t describe you as cute either,” she told me.

Whatever.

Time to move on.

“You hear anything about Roam and Sniff?”

“Not word one. They’re out on the street, of course, probably spreading this Crowe and Law Death to All Denver Dealers Crusade story far and wide. I was you; I’d get those boys in here. Pronto.”

I nodded because she was so right. Then I went into the office to get what I had to get done, done, so I could go and look for my boys.

I checked my email, my voicemail, did a few return calls and took the two morning appointments I’d made with a couple of my kids. I had a free afternoon, which I was going to use to do some paperwork, make some calls and sit out in the rec room and talk to the kids but I grabbed my purse and headed out to Hazel.

Hazel and I cruised the streets of Denver checking out Sniff and Roam’s places, then checking out places where all the kids hung out, the whole time keeping my eyes peeled for Crowe or Cordova.

I came up with zilch. No one had seen them (this meant no one was talking).

I got myself some chicken tenders, an M&M cookie and a diet cola from Safeway and sat in the car eating and thinking of where Roam and Sniff would go.

Then it hit me.

Shit.

I put my head to the steering wheel and said to Hazel, “Please tell me no.”

Last night, Roam had looked at Crowe like he’d stepped right up to the Messiah. There was the vague possibility that Roam would try to tail Crowe, especially if he was shit-hot to “help” me in my crusade and looking for a mentor. This meant Roam would look in three places.

One was the Nightingale Investigations office. I didn’t know where this was but I figured a phonebook or the Internet would tell me (and Roam).

However, I doubted Roam would approach the offices. Watch them, maybe, approach them, no.

There were two other Nightingale Boys hang outs that I knew of.

One was Lincoln’s Road House, a biker bar.

The other was Fortnum’s Bookstore.

I threw my chicken tenders bag on the passenger side floor, sucked down some diet soda, ignored my cookie (for now) and headed to Fortnum’s.

* * * * *

Fortnum’s was in my ‘hood.

I’d been there a few times to buy books. It was only four or so blocks from my house. It had been there forever and had that feel about it. In fact, I was pretty certain some of the books had been there since it opened.

It was huge, smelled musty and had three big rooms. The front room had an espresso counter against the side wall facing Bayaud, a book counter facing Broadway and a door that opened from the corner. There was a couch, its back at the store length Broadway window, another couch facing it and a coffee table in between. There were bunches of tables and chairs and a few comfortable armchairs. Behind the book counter there were rows and rows of shelves, then another, smaller room full of more shelves and a table topped with open milk cartons stuffed full of old, vinyl records, then a huge back room filled with more shelves and books.

It was popular and getting more popular by the day. They had a coffee guy the last time I went there who made unbelievable lattes. Rumor had it he got into trouble, dragging the bookstore’s owner, India Savage, with him. Luckily for Indy, her boyfriend was Lee Nightingale (thus explaining why the kickass Nightingale Boys chose to hang out at a bookstore), so her problems were sorted pretty damn quick.

The coffee guy took off and I heard they had a new coffee guy and he was supposed to be a maestro of espresso, the best of the best.

I parked the Camaro on Broadway and headed in. The bell over the door went and everyone looked at me. When they saw me, most everyone stared for a second, then most of them smiled.

Except one.

“Oh shit,” a super-deep, gravelly voice said. The voice came from a man behind the book counter and he was the one not smiling. He had long, gray hair pulled back in a braid, a red, rolled bandana wrapped around his forehead and a thick gray beard. He had on a black, Harley Davidson, long-sleeved t-shirt over which he wore a black leather vest.

Standing beside him was a gorgeous redhead who I knew was Indy Savage, the owner of the store and Lee Nightingale’s woman.

Sitting on the counter was a beautiful blonde woman wearing a killer outfit and next to her was a woman who looked exactly like Dolly Parton, wearing a velour, powder-blue tracksuit, the top unzipped and showing so much cle**age she’d be arrested in some places.

Behind the espresso counter was an enormous man with lots of wild blond hair and a russet beard and beside him was a pretty blonde.