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sister a half mile behind. Harry had cut across a couple of county roads to get in front of them, but now it was time to slow down and let them take the lead.
    He planned to stay on their tail all the way to Dallas. He wasn’t worried about being seen. He wasn’t worried about Morganna drawing attention. She had, after all, once belonged to one of the highest ranking military officials to serve during the Korean War. And that gave a whole lot of credence to his cover story.
    When he ran into sweet Georgia McLain tonight at the auction preview, she’d have no cause to think he was there for any reason other than getting his hands on the General’s 1948 Jaguar XK120 Roadster.
    Harry was the only one who would know the truth.
     
     
    “One question, Georgia. That’s all I have. One question.”
    Georgia McLain slumped down as far as the seat belt would let her and stared out the passenger window of her brother’s truck at the flat nothingness whizzing by.
    Finn had not been the least bit surprised to get her phone call last night. He was used to bailing her out of this scrape and that. Neither had he been the least bit happy. But he would get over it as he always did.
    He had paid her nominal trespassing fine—thank goodness nothing more serious had been filed against her—and driven her from the McLennan County Jail to Waco’s transit center to pick up her duffel and backpack, stored in a locker there.
    He’d done everything she’d expected, making her feel even worse for the trouble she’d caused. And so she finally grumbled, “What?”, wondering why she bothered when she knew exactly what he was going to say—and when he knew exactly how she would answer.
    When are you going to give up this ridiculous quest? When are you going to let the past go and deal with the present? When are you going to grow up?
    She knew those would be the questions he asked her because they were the ones she constantly asked of herself. And the answers always came in one form or another of “you know when.”
    Finn reached across the truck’s cab and poked her in the shoulder, jouncing her out of her pity party. “When are you going to take the break you’ve been promising me for weeks and pack up the stuff you have at my house? I’m moving in less than a month. In case you’ve forgotten?”
    Hmm. Not what she’d expected. And she hadn’t forgotten. Uh, not really. She’d just been putting it off because she’d been busy. Wasn’t she always busy? And because she had no idea where she was going to keep her stuff now that Finn was giving up his investigator’s business in Houston and moving to the Florida Keys.
    She sat up a little straighter, rubbed at the spot on her arm. “I have a couple of things I need to do first once we get to Dallas. I should be finished by Monday, and I’ll head down then, okay?”
    Duggin’s auction would be history by then, and the rest of his assets ready to be sold. She’d damn well better have the dossier in her hands. If she didn’t, well…
    “What if you go ahead and rent storage space for me? In case I get hung up?”
    “You’re not going to get hung up.” Finn glanced in his rearview before looking over. “We’re both going to be back in Houston on Monday. I’ll help you pack up your things. And then instead of a storage space, we’ll rent you an apartment. How’s that?”
    An apartment. Utility bills. Neighbors. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be ready for that responsibility again. She’d have to get a car…“We’ll see. Let me get through the weekend first.”
    “Sure. But I’m sticking around until then.”
    “Finn, no—”
    “Look Georgia. You don’t have wheels—”
    “I have feet. I know how to rent. I can even call a cab.” Her brother, her keeper, was the last person she needed hanging around. She scrunched down again, propped her boots on the dash. “That’s all I need.”
    “Maybe so.” He paused, the ground whirring by beneath the wheels of the